Underwire undermines
Your ability to clear with your bare eyes
Hiders who seek
Magic abounding in housemaking fantasies
Ability’s what makes the beast
An animal you claim for your own cage
They hide and we seek
Magic abounding, thus letting them stand on our feet

Honestly, you’re bad at it, I like you anyway
Rolling with pulled punches and tepid identities
Excuse me, Miss Lady
Won’t you excuse me this morphism?
And I’ll be better than I was alone
And you’ll be better than you were alone
Isn’t it a charmed life
Grinning under harsh light?

Excuse me, Miss Lady
Won’t you excuse me this morphism?
Hide and we seek
Magic abounding thus letting them stand on our feet
Letting them stand on our feet
Letting them stand