( Pretty Deep 7" )



She strolled into my backyard

Drinking wine from a dixie cup

Like you would 



Showed her past my playing cards

Laid it down and I pick it up to see 



What am i made of 

What am I made of 

Water, guts, and blood 



And she looks just like my mother

When my mother was a swinger 

And she laughs just like a young John Wayne 



And she'd smell just like vanilla

If vanilla weren't so sweet 



'Cause she's salt and starch and everything harsh

And I think I'm falling with her 



And that's what I'm made of

Oh so now that I'm in love 



Sinking in your bathtub

And I know I'm not coming up 



Flashing in your snagteeth

A vision of my day with you 



What am i made of 

What am I made of 

Water, guts, and blood 



And she looks just like my mother

When my mother was a swinger

And she laughs just like a young John Wayne 



And she'd smell just like vanilla

If vanilla weren't so sweet 



'Cause she's salt and starch and everything harsh

And I think I'm falling with her 



And that's what I'm made of 

Oh so now that I'm in love 



There's a reason why you live 

There's a reason why you live