Snowgirl

Raining rings of roses from above, from above
Soda froth is from her lips
Dripping down onto her satin slip, ugly shit
Snowgirl, melting in the sun
You made a fool of everyone
And as you flow into the sea
You turn the tide of luck for me
Weaving little webs of peace
Velvet vulpine in her golden fleece, golden fleece
Silver sheep to cross her palms
Deformed dandies decorate her arms, with their charms
Snowgirl, melting in the sun
You made a fool of everyone
And as you flow into the sea
You turn the tide of luck for me
And everything I touch turns to gold, to gold
And everybody I’ve touched I have sold
Where is my soul
Where is my soul
Eyes of envy green that weep
Icy tears that fall on icy cheeks, icy cheeks
And when the witches gather round
Snowgirl’s just a pool upon the ground, on the ground
Snowgirl, melting in the sun
You made a fool of everyone
And as you flow into the sea
You turn the tide of luck for me
And everything I touch turns to gold, to gold
And everybody I’ve touched I have sold
Where is my soul
Where is my soul
Oh, Snowgirl