I'm my own galaxy,
the dazzler, the dark,
the singin' dust.
I steer the stars,
I'm my own volition.
Still I get the laundry folded and most all of the dishes done.
I keep a run and go shoe list and I get the dinner on.
I know where the bodies are buried,
I know where the candies hid.
I dream of a life,
I dream of a life and that's as far as I'll get.
I'm my own galaxy,
the dazzler, the dark,
the singin' dust.
I steer the stars, I'm my own volition.
Forgot to pack my tampons again,
watch it cash or be a teenage boy.
What do you bet, price won't scam.
Behind me lines,
last night's den.
I can change a diaper in the dark,
smell feet,
dirty all month.
And
by the hem of my skirt,
he'll be panting and begging and howling to be let in.
I'm on sad.
I'm my own galaxy,
the dazzler, the dark,
the singin' dust.
I steer the stars,
I'm my own volition.
My dance moves are best described as inhumane.
Takes a lot of shaking,
a lot of shake,
shake the weight of the world all off.
Now another lady's night, twerks casually on by.
Can't walk home in all directions,
every once in a while.
Go to work!
I'm my own galaxy,
the dazzler, the dark,
the singin' dust.
I steer the stars,
I'm my own volition.
By nature, I'm the garden,
the gates jangling
keys.
And unlike Adam,
I don't blame Eve. I know how hard,
hard it is to split the apple
fairly.
Still I dream of a life,
I dream of a life that's as far as I get.