M.C. Frontalot - Victorian Space Prostitute lyrics

[Verse 1] Yep! She's a hero from an anime or something: Clockwork parasol, laser pistol, rump swing Bumping a light blue tint to the lips And most the fanboys ought to put on their bibs Or else cease/desist all of this dumbstruckery She isn't interested in a conversation with you (luckily) Just posing for picture plates And um, just adjusting the corset lace Now get ready for her, she'll stroll by Blew a kiss at you once and you're still so high So try to keep it steady with the picture phone And if she drops her handkerchief, you leave it alone (that is not for you) [Hook] X 2 I just need you to watch, I just need you to watch I just need you to watch me do something [Verse 2] So! In the shadow is a shadowy figure Katana and an M16, plus a big pure Grin underneath camo ninja mask If he interrogates you, might begin to ask Who had the bomb last. Mission time: limited! He's not the only super agent Just the only one who gives a sh** And this is a stealth level, clearly That's why maneuvers: all sides security Cams and guards, laser tripwires, pressure plates Man, that's hard, but he won't capitulate Don't gesticulate! He's concealed For the benefit of onlookers. Keep eyes peeled (and then if you see him, you can point him out) [Hook] X 2 I just need you to watch, I just need you to watch I just need you to watch me do something [Verse 3] In your heart you'd urge them pursue no less Than life, liberty, and the fursuit of happiness But when you see them in the seating at the panel You wonder why half elephant, half co*ker spaniel Why the feather boa on a cat? Macabre Where's it at — there's got to be a catalog But they craft their hides in the home then wear them out And they'll tell you what the lifestyle's about With the purrs and growls, and the scent of upholstery Even though they're all on display, I think mostly These ones found invisibility spell Can't see who they really are at all. Oh well (guess uh we're going to have to use our imaginations) [Hook] X 2 I just need you to watch, I just need you to watch I just need you to watch me do something [Verse 4] Nope. That big arm cannon isn't in good taste Neither is the steampunk nudist in a cape And that one's a badger disguised as Robin Hood Think your fashion criticism Is in service of the common good? Check the short-sleeve bu*ton-up, tie At your booth all surrounded with some things to buy You're a headlamp wearer and an underlip beardo Is that costume ‘rapper?' Kind of look like a weirdo [Hook] X 2 I just need you to watch, I just need you to watch I just need you to watch me do something