Jon and Al Kaplan - If I Could Smell Her Cunt | Текст песни

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[Lecter]

(spoken)

Now.
What did Miggs say to you?
Multiple Miggs in the next cell, he
Hissed at you.
What did he say?

[Clarice]

He said,
"I can smell your cunt."

[Lecter]

I see.
I myself cannot.

(sung)

If I could smell her cunt
She'd help me taste humanity again
And if I promise not to eat her
Then perhaps she'd even be my friend
If I could smell her cunt
If I could smell her cunt.

If I could undo who I am
I'd snap my fingers: brand new man!
I want to smell her bearded clam
I almost can!

Trapped behind this pane of glass
A man who reeks of taste of class
I'm sitting on my bony ass
And now this wo-man:

I'd like to tell her I don't care
But something in her eyes...
I'd like to tell her life's not fair
The smell between her thighs.

Lonely lonely lunatic
I want to know what makes her tick
If only she would let me pick
Her pretty brain.

I want a new relationship
The kind that challenges my wit
The kind that doesn't leave behind
A bloody stain...

If I could smell her cunt
She'd help me find
The man I used to be
And if I promise not to serve her as an entree
She'd be friends with me
If I could smell her cunt
If I could smell her cunt.

If I could help her solve this case
Perhaps they'd let me leave this place
For one that has a bit more space
I want to see a tree!
Lonely lonely lunatic
I'm charming but I'm also sick
I need an audience for my schtick
Perhaps it could be she!

If I could do it all again
I wouldn't harm a fly
Erase the gruesome things I've done
And smell her cherry pie.

If I could smell her cunt
If she would grant my simple little wish
I could reclaim my grasp on sanity
I bet she smells like tuna fish
If I could smell her cunt
If I could smell her cunt.

Am I crazy? I can't tell
Eight years rotting in this cell
Feels a lot like I'm in hell
If only I could smell her cunt
If I could smell her cunt.

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