Softie Was Not A Word You Could

This Letter Is Written On The Skin Of One Of The Water Sprites Who Drowned Your Parents.' 'ick!' I Cried, And Dropped The Letter On The Kitchen Table.

Everyone Thinks I'm Crazy, You Know, Because I Can't Tell Them The Truth; Which Is, That I'm Driven Crazy By All These Thoughts, All These Heads.

Silver, Gold - I Don't Discriminate! I Like Sparkly Things.

Oh Come On Pam, They're Funny. They're Like Humans But Miniature...tea Cup Humans!

And Since I’m Going To Be In The Neighborhood, You Thought I Might Do As An Escort? To An Orgy?