Darla

darla, they've brought your eggs into my kitchen
 i know you're wishin' your bones weren't so soft
 but your cage is just too small to move in,
 we're fucking groovin' in the city
 it's a pity that you can't be groovin' too, boo.
 and i know that you weren't born for a pot pie,
 that you weren't born for the cage in life
 and i know that your ovulation's private
 and you're ready to be fertilized.
 darla, you never said you were unhappy
 or you feel crappy
 never said anything at all
 but i know you know you're not living the good life
 if i could i'd pick lock you free,
 you'd live with jeff and me on fairmount st.
 that'd be neat.
 and i know that you weren't born for a pot pie,
 that you were born for the cage in life
 and i know that your ovulation's private
 and you're ready to be fertilized.