Jenny Hval - Kingsize lyrics

Think big, girl, like a king
Think kingsize did you learn
Nothing in America? I've
Placed four big bananas in my lap

In New York I don't dream i always
Wanted to be less subculturally lonely
But here I see no subculture no
No future no big science
No big bananas but, I found no, no future

I rock the bananas gently
Move back and forth don't wake them

What is soft dick rock? Using the elements
Of dick to create a softer
Toned down sound i sing to the bananas
The skin is getting thin and brown

Norway the girls are pretty i'm
One fourth Danish if you
Have a child you better learn how to bake i
Beckon the cupcake
The huge capitalist clit i search the
Oven, scrub the racks, put
My whole head inside
But, I just can't find it it's like
Looking out the window in there

The bananas rot slowly in
My lap, silently, wildly, girly the rash
Is an opportunity, a common disease
Something in common, a community
The definition must be:
Something attacking it'self
Four flaking, flaccid fingers no future oh
The fruit flies