| Song | Flesh |
| Artist | The Indelicates |
| Album | Songs For Swinging Lovers |
| Hey girls let’s see if we can bring out | |
| the rapists in the new men | |
| Hey girls it’s the comfort of | |
| the only halfway human | |
| The power bought for the clawing self | |
| in the serpents subtle deals | |
| It may be fleeting but | |
| my god, the way it feels | |
| And I love you, whoever you are, yeah, I love you. | |
| Hey girls we’re almost there | |
| so we might as well stop swimming | |
| Hey girls, ain’t you heard we’re more concerned | |
| about the hegemony, than the women | |
| Hey girls pull it down, there’s money, | |
| c’mon babe, just a little | |
| Pull it down, stick it out, open up, | |
| just a little babe, just a little baby | |
| Hey doc take your knife to me, | |
| scar my snatch into a smile | |
| Strip me and dissect me, | |
| milk my tears and tap my bile | |
| Hey doc can you take my skin | |
| and melt it into plastic | |
| Beauty isn’t truth, it’s just youth, | |
| and it’s adaptive and it’s elastic… | |
| And I love you, whoever you are, yeah, I love you. | |
| Hey girls, we’re all the same, aren’t we | |
| Hey girls, we’re all the same, aren’t we. |
| Hey girls let' s see if we can bring out | |
| the rapists in the new men | |
| Hey girls it' s the comfort of | |
| the only halfway human | |
| The power bought for the clawing self | |
| in the serpents subtle deals | |
| It may be fleeting but | |
| my god, the way it feels | |
| And I love you, whoever you are, yeah, I love you. | |
| Hey girls we' re almost there | |
| so we might as well stop swimming | |
| Hey girls, ain' t you heard we' re more concerned | |
| about the hegemony, than the women | |
| Hey girls pull it down, there' s money, | |
| c' mon babe, just a little | |
| Pull it down, stick it out, open up, | |
| just a little babe, just a little baby | |
| Hey doc take your knife to me, | |
| scar my snatch into a smile | |
| Strip me and dissect me, | |
| milk my tears and tap my bile | |
| Hey doc can you take my skin | |
| and melt it into plastic | |
| Beauty isn' t truth, it' s just youth, | |
| and it' s adaptive and it' s elastic | |
| And I love you, whoever you are, yeah, I love you. | |
| Hey girls, we' re all the same, aren' t we | |
| Hey girls, we' re all the same, aren' t we. |