The one-month marathon is ending on Sunday
And for my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at all
For my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at all

Can I play in your closet?
Can I poke 'round your drawer?
Can I see through your mirror?
Can I come in your store, baby?

Bolts of lightning came from 38th street
In raw silk and wool
He carried it over his shoulder down 7th Avenue
She said: I'm gonna wrap the night around your neck
Slice off your head, daddy
I wish it was just the three of us again
I wish it was just you, me and her

Can I play in your closet?
Can I poke 'round your drawer?
Can I see through your mirror?
Can I come in your store, baby?

We cut holes off our arms
And he wrapped it around me
It was a nice, long dress
But it was too hot to keep on
So we made a necklace out of rope and a piece of a tin can

He's on an old brick expedition
Let's study the ruins, baby
Let's study the stonemasonry, lady
Let's come back with a handpainted tile from the 19th century
But I need my new phone to show me the way

Can I play in your closet?
Can I poke 'round your drawer?
Can I see through your mirror?
Can I come in your store, baby?

The one-month marathon is ending on Sunday
And for my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at all
For my last ensemble, I will be wearing nothing at all

Can I play in your closet?
Can I poke 'round your drawer?
Can I see through your mirror?
Can I come in your store, baby?