Dragonfly’s Intro

If the world is nearly civilized
Then I'm the red-haired faerie child
Of whom the prophets prophesies
Would bleed songs until the lyrics died
But I've been busy with my unborn child
I sent him aborted songs to wrap his unformed limbs inI'm Grace Jones in this sin thing with my titties out prowling this tee-dot club
Eyes on a Reebok thug, looking for soft boy parts to make my mattress comfy
I crush their bones into melancholy melodies
As gifts for the brokenhearted girls who's stereos pump meI'm a grown-ass woman with little girl features
A Jewish cornbread macaroni pie like your Mom makes at green eyes
I fall to pieces, Patsy Klein faerie preacherI'm at the hip hop show head-bopping in the back
Smoking anything that'll burn
During intermission, I'm in the club bathroom
Hold up in a stall praying in earnest for Jeff Buckley's return
Thank heaven for you, thank heaven for you, thank heaven for you
I'm a studio rat, designer geared, Toronto kid, Hollywood brat
Bad gal, war child, bookworm, Sierra Leone activist cat
I'm a wikked little gal
Who don't take no back chat
Unless it's in the dark
I might be in the attics now
But a mother fucker just moved out of Regent Park