Selina Martin No Form
I've got nothing up my sleeve, I've got nothing.
Sling-shot, switchblade comb, rubber band gun, nothing.
Check my pocket there's an empty locket with a dead
Inscription to the queen of no subject.
Give a little notion, I've got no form.
Take my pulse if you can clock it keeps me cold, it's slow but constant.
I just need a store to shop in fill my bucket light my rocket.
A dormant seed, like a leafless tree,
Give a little notion, I've got no form.
I am stone cold but I will not fold.
Lie in state in endless wait for something.
Nothing sexy crossed my mind this morning.
Pass a little brush 'cross toothless teeth.
Don't look in the mirror 'cuz there's nothing there to see.
Give a little notion, I've got no form.
Take this much it ain't much all I've got is nothing no form, no form.
Bobby, he's an ordinary man.
He opened a bistro down in the Bahamas, now he don't bother me anymore.
He's an ordinary man
