Bo Burnham - The Pussy lyrics
[Bo Burnham - The Pussy lyrics]
The pussy has become overwhelming
It's tumbling out of every suitcase
Whirring beneath every floorboard
Who thought the pussy could
Become so cumbersome?
It stacks against my front
Door like fresh snow
Presses it's lips against the glass
Of my kitchen window
Like an inmate's wife would do
With her regular face lips
Where the whole world was once empty
It is now pussy- as if I'm trying to
Measure the atmosphere's volume
By means of pussy displacement
It's tumbling out of every suitcase
Whirring beneath every floorboard
Who thought the pussy could
Become so cumbersome?
It stacks against my front
Door like fresh snow
Presses it's lips against the glass
Of my kitchen window
Like an inmate's wife would do
With her regular face lips
Where the whole world was once empty
It is now pussy- as if I'm trying to
Measure the atmosphere's volume
By means of pussy displacement