One-Month Marathon

The one-month marathon is ending on Sunday
 And for my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at all
 For my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at all
 Can I play in your closet?
 Can I poke around your drawer?
 Can I see through your mirror?
 Can I come in your store, baby?
 Bolts of lightning came from 38th Street
 In raw silk and wool
 He carried it over his shoulder down 7th Avenue
 She said, "I'm gonna wrap the night around your neck
 Slice off your head, Daddy
 I wish it was just the three of us again
 I wish it was just you, me and her"
 Can I play in your closet?
 Can I poke around your drawer?
 Can I see through your mirror?
 Can I come in your store, baby?
 We cut holes off our arms
 And he wrapped it around me
 It was a nice long dress, but it was too hot to keep on
 So we made a necklace out of rope and a piece of a tin can
 He's on an? expedition
 Let's study the ruins, baby
 Let's study the stonemasonry, lady
 Let's come back with a handpainted tile from the 19th century
 But I need my new phone to show me the way
 Can I play in your closet?
 Can I poke around your drawer?
 Can I see through your mirror?
 Can I come in your store, baby?
 The one-month marathon is ending on Sunday
 And for my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at all
 For my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at all
 Can I play in your closet?
 Can I poke around your drawer?
 Can I see through your mirror?
 Can I come in your store, baby?