Lizard Lady

What's a woman going to do
 But throw away her bread;
 Her feet are feeling funny
 As she lies beneath the bed;
 She reminisces of the pungent Adriatic Sea,
 And then she crawls and counts her cans
 And twitches like a flea.
 What she really likes to do
 Is sit upon a pew,
 And make believe that time has stopped
 And motionless is new;
 Planes are stranded in the sky
 And drains are stopping, too,
 And she alone is laughing under
 Eyelids full of flu.
 She scurries hurries worries that
 The wicked will receive
 Their candy from a handsome man
 And coffee from a thief;
 She gazes at a hourglass and
 Asks it if it cares,
 And then she wonders if the lizard
 Likes his lettuce rare:
 "Lizard, yes a lizard, little lizard of the sea,
 Conspicuously alcoholic, flicks his tongue at me!
 Release me lizard! Licking lizard,
 blizzard of the bea,
 Mushed inside a sock you still
 dare me --- to die
 Dare me to die --- at home..."
 "Coating all my lungs with honey,
 Sticky coating running runny,
 Feet of lizard fly!
 And stop and fly and stop and fly
 And flicker tongue is licking out
 To find me --- feel me. Hide!
 Hide from the tongue!
 The tongue is coming! Cruising! Oozing!
 Over land and under ashes,
 In the sunlight, see -- it flashes,
 Find a fly and eat his eye,
 But don't believe in me.
 Don't believe in me.
 Don't believe in me."