Earful

From her electro-gasmic voice
Of beeping sounds comes an ugly noise
With her fingers bent and slightly moist
And her suction cup, a wicked toy
Her mouth and ears drip with goo
Fixed with a clinical attitude
She flies around and crawls the room
Lookin’ for an earful to suck and chew
Wax is a nasty business, babe
No one knows it better than you
Don’t have to squeeze me half to death
Especially if you’re gonna just
sit there and drool
In a doublewide in Paradise
A nose-throat clinic by the roadside
She tells me the story of her life
At an earful is where I draw the line
Snotweed chasing vacuum thrills
Got a carnivore strapped to its front grill
Her suction machine is crawlin’ after me
It’s gonna ride my head until I scream
That woman has my wax attack
In her Rolodex, I’m next
In this Lone Star state
This roadside shack
On a mattress I sprawl
With an earful of wax