The Decemberists Lyrics

5. Odalisque

They've come to find you, Odalisque 
As the light dies horribly 
On a fire escape you walk 
All rare and resolved to drop 

And when they find you, Odalisque 
They will rend you, terribly 
Stitch from stitch 'til all 
Your linen limbs will fall 

Lazy lady had a baby girl 
And a sweet it made 
Raised on pradies, peanut shells and dirt 
In a railroad cul-de-sac 

And what do we do with ten baby shoes 
A kit bag full of marbles and a broken billiard cue? 
What do we do? 
What do we do? 

Fifteen stitches will mend those britches right 
And them rip them down again 
Sapling switches will rend those rags alright 
What a sweet sound it makes 

And what we do with ten dirty Jews 
A thirty-ought full of rock salt and a warm afternoon? 
What do we do? 
What do we do? 

Lay your belly under mine 
Naked under me, under me 
Such a filthy dimming shine 
The way you kick and scream, kick and scream 

And what do we with ten baby shoes 
A kit bag full of marbles and broken billiard cue? 
What do we do? 
What do we do?

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