Lita Heartbreaker

Lita heartbreaker  
Will take your heart and slice it with a serrated knife  
Let her puppies eat the crumbs  
Let her dog lick your wounds  
 
There's a guy  
A good son of God  
Older, always older  
Thinks she's sunshine  
But Lita is a lazy sinner  
Dark days and a sweet swinging saint  
Don't like her  
If you can't handle the rides  
Tons of Swiss rolls  
She'll leave ya  
 
Crack your head like an egg  
'Til you don't know which is the yolk,  
Which is the white  
Beat and whip 'til your brain is frothy,  
Sorry  
 
Lita has soft chiffon  
Moist cake  
Lita is the mess left after baking  
Lita hides behind modest aprons  
But is lace and sheer in the dark  
Lita's a taste test.  
You can't have it all.  
 
(Only those who can eat hot pastry fresh from the oven can take her)  
 
Good boys bore her and bring out the bad in her  
Search out the bad  
Sex on fire  
Guitar riffs, closer  
Get her closer to God.  
For god's sake  
Let her have the buttercream frosting  
And swallow it  
With a little bit of sprinkles  
 
Shoot vanilla to hell  
For now, at least  
 
Oh fuck, another victim...
 
Photo: Norma Jeane Baker (Marilyn Monroe) by Earl Moran, 1940s