Baltimore Strangler

She's got a neck Built for my hands The way a pine Grows for the saw They say I hate women They couldn't be more wrong They couldn't be more wrong She's got a pierced lip And a Mohawk And a strut That reminds me of a tiger I think she's a waitress At rocket to Venus I've seen her flipping Records at reptilian The other day I followed her All the way From Hopkins to the harbor I lost her in the crowd When the O's game let out I never saw that girl again And it's a shame I just wanted to hold her Like an anaconda Like an anaconda Like an anaconda Like an anaconda Like an anaconda --- Baltimore Strangler - Pig Destroyer