Baltimore Strangler Lyrics

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
They couldn't be more wrong

She's got a pierced lip
And a Mohawk
And a strut
That 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
And it's a shame
I just wanted to hold her
Like an anaconda
Like an anaconda
Like an anaconda
Like an anaconda
Like an anaconda