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 cage in 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 cage in life 
And i know that your ovulation's private 
And you're ready to be fertilized.