Oh my love is like a pubic hair
Slender and strong at the root
Must you love another hair
Must you bone Bigfoot
Can't you see I'm as white
Can't you see my smoother lines
What light do you see in the yeti's hole
What are its secret signs
Oh and as you read my angst
As you come near to the zone
The reptiles of eden are eating apples
Reading rubáiyát on god's phone
Isn't there not enough variables in love
Do you want a chaotic attractor
You know I can be non-linear
For you an open prime factor
So then should I kiss up a storm
Or would you rather I doodle
Can I whirl up a pudding cake
Or suck a limp noodle
Whatever it is my love
Whatever it is
I don't care how hard-core the snowman
I still have a lot of fizz
