Odalisque Lyrics

by The Decemberists

They've come to find you, odalisque
As the light dies horribly
On a fire escape you walk
All rare, resolved to drop

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And when they find you, odalisque
They will rend you terribly
Stitch from stitch, till all
Your linen limbs will fall


Lazy lady had a baby girl
And a sweet sound it made
La-ha!
Raised on pradies, peanut shells, and dirt
In the railroad cul-de-sac
La-ha!

And what do we do with ten baby shoes,
A kit bag full of marbles, and a broken billiard cue?
What do we do?
What do we do?
La-ha!

Fifteen stitches will mend those breeches right
And then rip them down again
La-ha!
Sapling switches will rend those rags all right
What a sweet sound it makes
La-ha!

And what do we do with ten dirty Jews,
A thirty-ought full of rock salt, and a warm afternoon?
What do we do?
What do we do?


Lay your belly under mine
You're naked under me, under me
Such a filthy, dimming shine
The way you kick and scream, kick and scream

And what do we do with ten baby shoes,
A kit bag full of marbles, and a broken billiard cue?
What do we do?
What do we do?
La-ha!

Lazy lady had a baby girl
And a sweet sound it made