of Montreal Butterscotching Mr. Lynn

I like you 'cos you look like a giraffe, stretching out its neck to get a fruit in a tall tree. You're always occupied with girly things. Your room is filled with girly posters of teen idols and rollercoasters and funny things like that. You've got a red and purple striped stuffed animal cat that takes up half the bed.

I like to pretend you're made out of a drawbridge operator's favorite radio program... "Arg. You're listening to 81.3 'Sound of the Sea'." "Sound of the sea, sound of the sea." ...While I'm training troops with parachutes how to act fru-fru. So when the sergeants return from butterscotching Mr. Lynn, they can do the Charleston while I paint the face of Private Fontaine on his enemy's face, and do the same to him. Until the ballroom's filled with soldiers wondering if they like themselves, and all are forced to forgive and forget.