Underwire undermines Your ability to clear with your bare eyes Hiders who seek Magic abounding in housemaking fantasies Ability’s what makes the beast An animal you claim for your own cage They hide and we seek Magic abounding, thus letting them stand on our feet Honestly, you’re bad at it, I like you anyway Rolling with pulled punches and tepid identities Excuse me, Miss Lady Won’t you excuse me this morphism? And I’ll be better than I was alone And you’ll be better than you were alone Isn’t it a charmed life Grinning under harsh light? Excuse me, Miss Lady Won’t you excuse me this morphism? Hide and we seek Magic abounding thus letting them stand on our feet Letting them stand on our feet Letting them stand