Baltimore Strangler - Pig Destroyer

She’s got a neck

Built for my hands

The way a pine

Grows for the saw

They say I hate women

They couldn’t be more wrong

They couldn’t be more wrong

She’s got a pierced lip

And a Mohawk

And a strut

That reminds me of a tiger

I think she’s a waitress

At rocket to Venus

I’ve seen her flipping

Records at reptilian

The other day

I followed her

All the way

From Hopkins to the harbor

I lost her in the crowd

When the O’s game let out

I never saw that girl again

And it’s a shame

I just wanted to hold her

Like an anaconda

Like an anaconda

Like an anaconda

Like an anaconda

Like an anaconda