She's got a neck Built for my hands The way a pine Grows for the saw They say I hate women They couldn't be more wrong She's got a pierced lip And a mohawk And a strut Reminds me of a tiger I think she's a waitress At Rocket To Venus I've seen her flipping records At Reptilian The other day I followed her All the way From Hopkins to the harbor I lost her in the crowd When the O's game let out I never saw that girl again It's a shame I just wanted to hold her Like an anaconda