Baby, oh baby
With flower powdered on my rosy cheeks
Numbs my tongue and gums
Confetti, confetti
More confetti means the party's dead
And buried next to me
And someone who
Someone who snores so terribly
We've lost the taste for her flesh
And yet we salivate for her silhoutted breast
Her hum and breath
The choir stirs quieter in the nosebleed pews
Than holy ghosts do
Who's that handsome boy
Even rigor mois
Or even more adored
Oh come let us adore him
Confetti
There's confetti
It means the party's dead
And buried next to me
And someone who snores so terribly
Confetti
More confetti