Letra da Música Toybox de The Geraldine Fibbers

Less is not more take cover
The end is near don't walk
Thanks alot bleeding me
My shell on top of your knotty fist
With a speculum shoved up my cunt, after hours.

Take solace my love in the little things:
Red droplets wet eyelashes and money.
That's the way it goes.
I shot my baby.
It has to be love.

For one lousy minute she felt like a queen.

I stand here naked at attention.
Is this my only skill?
I fucked my first fruit today, lousy lay.
I asked my daddy for a quarter,
He gave me twenty-five cents
And a kiss for good luck.

Daddy, what can I do to make you stop crying?
I been wanderin' the canned fruit aisle
Wondering what I can do to make you smile.
Jesus only knows.

In time I'll grow to big and old
To help you with your strange hurt.
But right now I'm a school girl
Learning exactly what I
Was put on this earth for.

For one lousy minute she felt like a queen.

Should the smart little girl
Tell a story or a lie,
With her eyes on the toy
She's a tomboy in the mirror.
Watch her as she changes.
See how she grows.
Her cells are re-arrangin'.
She'll need a woman's clothes.
What are these ugly changes?
Jesus only knows...

I stand here naked at attention.
Is this my only skill?
I fucked my first fruit today, lousy lay.
I asked my daddy for a quarter,
He gave me twenty-five cents
And a kiss for good luck.