Darla

darla, they've brought your eggs into my kitchen 
i know you're wishin' your bones weren't so soft 
but your cage is just too small to move in, 
we're fucking groovin' in the city 
it's a pity that you can't be groovin' too, boo. 

and i know that you weren't born for a pot pie, 
that you weren't born for the cajun life 
and i know that your ovulation's private 
and you're ready to be fertilized. 

darla, you never said you were unhappy 
or you feel crappy 
never said anything at all 
but i know you know you're not living the good life 
if i could i'd pick lock you free, 
you'd live with jeff and me on fairmount st. 
that'd be neat. 

and i know that you weren't born for a pot pie, 
that you were born for the cajun life 
and i know that your ovulation's private 
and you're ready to be fertilized.