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I Got a Thing for You, Ophelia

 

They say Ophelia she will break your heart of stone

She’ll grind it down to sand and gravel

They say Ophelia she will feast upon your bones

Compel your ego to unravel

But I say

 

I got a thing for you, Ophelia

I got exactly what you need

A torrid fling for you, Ophelia

I hope you got something for me

 

They say Ophelia’s more addictive than a drug

That comes in liquid, pill, or powder

They say Ophelia, she will crush you like a bug

And sprinkle you atop her chowder

Well I say

 

I got a thing for you, Ophelia

I got exactly what you need

I’m gonna cling to you, Ophelia

I hope you got something for me

 

They say Ophelia has no blood within her veins

She runs on vitriol and venom

They say her cruel wake is littered with remains

Of men who met their Armageddon

Still I say

 

I got a thing for you, Ophelia

I got exactly what you need

Oh what I’ll bring to you, Ophelia

I hope you got something for me

I got a thing for you, oh

I’m clamoring for you, oh

I got a thing for you, Ophelia

 

They say Ophelia will ingest you in a flash

That she is practically Jurassic

Expel you in a cloud of effervescent ash

That smells distinctly pornographic

To which I say

 

I got a thing for you, Ophelia

I got exactly what you need

I’m gonna ring for you, Ophelia

I know you got something for me

I feel a sting for you, oh

Do anything for you, oh

I’m gonna sing for you, Ophelia (and here I go now)

 

Oh-oh-oh-Ophelia, I got a thing for

Oh-oh-oh, They say that she can scald you with a glance

Oh-oh-oh-Ophelia, a torrid fling for

Oh-oh-oh, They say that she has poison in her pants

Oh-oh-oh-Ophelia