Bjork



She lives in this house over there 

Has her world outside it 

Scrapples in the earth with her fingers and her mouth 

She's five years old 



Thread worms on a string 

Keeps spiders in her pocket 

Collects fly wings in a jar 

Scrubs horse flies 

And pinches them on a line 

Ohhh... 



She has one friend, he lives next door 

They're listenening to the weather 

He knows how many freckles she's got 

She scratches his beard 



She's painting huge books 

And glues them together 

They saw a big raven 

It glided down the sky 

She touched it 

Ohh... 



Today is a birthday 

They're smoking cigars 

He's got a chain of flowers 

And sows a bird in her knickers 

Ohhh... 



They're smoking cigars 

They lie in the bathtub 

A chain of ... flowers