AMPULEX COMPRESSA

I’d like to know what you do with yourself when you’re not deconstructing I’d like to know just exactly what it takes to set your wings to waxing You’re always stinging with your rapier wit You speed-dial me just to call me on my shit My only defense is this paper-thin exoskeleton

Even though you bug me, I still want to impress ya You get inside my head like an ampulex compressa Come on and lay into me

So when you win, do you fly into the sunset, crying victory Or do you cry yourself to sleep, or somewhere in between? Before you land on me kindly buzz the tower Are you just playing with your mesmerizing power? What are the terms of surrender if I decide to let you win?

I’m Gregor Samsa, you’re Delilah My sweet contessa You get into my head like an ampulex compressa Come on and lay into me

You lead me – like a zombie What is this feeling – gnawing at me One minute – I see you bat your lids Then I wake up – I’m the father to your waspy kids

I get it – it’s the trickster-rube scenario I’m falling prey to a hipster YouTube impresario Thousands of insects like you swarming former barrios Servicing nostalgia for pop rocks and Super Mario

Defiler!!! I still want to caress ya You get into my head like an ampulex compressa