I had Cinderella complex with the boys,
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and ballet class gave me some poise,
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I've never ever lied to you or said anything that was untrue.
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I constantly searched for one true god,
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my icy gaze finally thawed.
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I sit before you full of ome,
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in my mouse infested home.
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One morning I awoke for work,
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decided my roomate was a jerk.
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He wanted to rid us of rodents,
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on mouse traps--money he spent.
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He placed them in the kitchen there,
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under the sink, behind the stairs.
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I walked into the bath to do the washing thang
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and from the kitchen I heard a klang.
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I screaming mouse had caught his leg,
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in a mouse trap on this day.
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Squeaking, screaming wailing mouse
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his rodent cries filled this house.
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I started crying cuz,
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I couldn't stand the roomate's extermination plan.
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I ran to the kitchen in my towel,
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with tear-stained cheeks, I was soaking his howls.
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The little mouse dragged leg and trap,
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behind the stove I couldn't get at.
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I froze and didn't' make a sound
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he did the same so he couldn't be found.
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but as soon as I did take a step,
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he screamed and tried to drag his trap.
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My bawling in the commotion woke,
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my sleeping roomate he was choked.
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I told him what was happening here,
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and I couldn't hold back my tears.
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I'll take care of it, he said with a smirk,
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now get going or you'll be late fer work.
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He was right. I had to go.
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and we couldn't help the mouse under the stove.
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it was gas, attached to the wall,
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when pulled the explosion would not be small.
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All day at work I cried and felt bad,
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and at my roomate I was mad.
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I didn't mind the holes in our bread,
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or the mouse shit in my bed.
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He wanted them out, he was in a flap,
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he insisted on buying and setting the traps.
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I was young and dumb and I said "okay",
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but I never thought I'd feel this way.
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To hear the mouse scream is what killed me,
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I felt like a hunter, a killing machine!
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I couldn't believe I went along with the plan,
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to get the pests and scorch the land.
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I raced home from work really fast,
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so I could help the little mouse at last.
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My roomate was ontop of the stove,
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trying with a broom handle to knock the trap over.
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I had the stove leaning forward,
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but not too far--we'd blow up for sure!
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Out slid the horrible mouse trap and question-
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nothing but a mouse foot left on.
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He chewed his leg off - the little mouse!
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and was limping around my fucking house.
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I was horrified, I must admit.
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again I cried and felt like shit
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I looked at my roomate and my temper snapped!
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I put an end to the evil mousetraps.
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"too fucking bad!" I had to say,
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if yer inconvenienced living this way.
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we'll keep bread and cereal in the fridge,
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and on everything else, we'll have tight lids.
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There's no way I could hurt another being,
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except a cockroach (cuz they have no feelings).
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My roomate had to agree,
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cuz he saw how it all affected me.
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From that day on our little house,
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we shared with stumpy, our little pet mouse.
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and stumpy had friends, lotsa them.
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but I didn't care. I wouldn't give in!
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I loved living in harmony,
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with my roomate, his girlfriends, stumpy, and me.
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Stumpy the Mouse
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Bif Naked |