Wicked Little Weasel Lyrics

Impotent limp wrist

Knuckles in a fist kiss

Please, it's only business

Wicked little weasel he's a greasy little thing

Girlie in the dust bin

Doesn't need a husband

Never thinks to trust him

Wicked little weasel he's a greasy little thing

Slink away

Crawl away

Gnawing at your business

Gonna give your spot a kiss

Ruler living on your wrist

Wicked little weasel he's a circling the drain

Digging in the trash bin

Dusting like he must win

Bust him till he just bends

Wicked little weasel he's a greasy little thing

Slink away

Crawl away

Wicked little weasel he's a greasy little thing

I'm not allowed to think about you

Not allowing myself to continue to stain my brain

Amongst other things

My carpet is

Wadded and sodden and rotten

Piddling on it has gotten

Tiring I'm wired and I'm haunting the house

Weight on my plate it's unwanted

Hating the grating atomic

State that can negate the way I weather the drought

Making a major decision

Mending my brain an incision

Drawing up a subdivision; cutting it out

Mentally made a demotion

Breathing away the emotion

Withering away at last you're fading fast