The Word is Never-Changing

I’ve never changed, but I’ve wanted to
I don’t know what they say about me but I know it’s true
And I’d change for you, but I’m not good enough

I see you with your plumage
I hear your mating calls
But you’d do much better to grab me by the balls
And look me in the eyes and tell me what you want
I can hear you like Phil Collins, Oh lord

I pull off your colorful feathers to find zebra stripes
All the patterns confuse my one track mind
They play conductor on my train of thought
And I wish I were getting lost in your eyes
But I find myself between your thighs

If I’d known you look at me with lonely eyes
Like they were trying to turn me to stone
I would have stopped a long time ago
But I won’t I’ll make it a few more minutes
A few more excruciating minutes

Well it didn’t feel the best
But we lay as if it weren’t such a mess
Your head is on my chest
The whole thing was a test

After a while you replace the feathers sloppily
And leave your glass slipper after a kiss
I’ll give it to you before you’ve truly left
I know you don’t want to keep me around
But I hang on those loose lips
Like they’d already sunk my ship

Was I supposed to call you?
What do I mean to the drinks on your breath?
I’m sure he is better with all those pockets in his shorts
And that hat will keep the sun out of his faithful eyes
But its night time you douche
And I know you’ll be loose

He stares twice as hard like he knows
But the two of you, owners of the land,
Sit between me and the pipe in my hand
So I’ll walk on by because I just gotta get high