Odalisque

They've come to find you, Odalisque
 As the light dies horribly
 On a fire escape, you walk
 All rare and resolved to drop
 And when they find you, Odalisque
 They will rend you terribly
 Stitch from stitch, 'till all
 Your linen limbs will fall
 Lazy lady had a baby girl
 And a sweet sound it made
 Raised on pradies, peanut shells and dirt
 In the railroad cul-de-sac
 And what do we do with ten baby shoes?
 A kit bag full of marbles and a broken billiard cue?
 What do we do?
 What do we do?
 Fifteen stitches will mend those britches right
 And then rip them down again
 Sapling switches will rend those rags all right
 What a sweet sound it makes
 And what do we do with ten dirty Jews?
 A thirty-ought full of rock salt and a warm afternoon?
 What do we do?
 What do we do?
 Lay your belly under mine
 You're naked under me, under me
 Such a filthy, dimming shine
 The way you kick and scream, kick and scream
 And what do we do with ten baby shoes?
 A kit bag full of marbles and a broken billiard cue?
 What do we do?
 What do we do?
 Lazy lady had a baby girl
 And a sweet sound it made