666 (What Are You)

Lucy Tonic

Manifest your destiny

Make a wish, I'll take your memory

There is no law, I'm just your genie

Planting twisted seeds, to your head from my beak

I gave you mirrors, you made the ripples

I gave you pillows, you shunned the simple

And if you rip the feathers out, and shed your skin like I did

I'd bet you seven rainbows, I'd still get in your head

If you want me, you know where to find me

Crowing by the weathervane, or oozing down the chimney

Old man tree, here's a cigar for your tragedy

If you need me, I'll be in the clear, busy counting

Six for a second, sex for a minute

Six for a minute, sex for an hour

Six for an hour, sex for the weekend

Twenty-four carat-gold stars

My original idea

Became your original sin

Became your aboriginal idea

I laugh at the mess you're in

Published by Lucy Tonic

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