I'm Gonna Shoot

And I miss you when you're gone
He leaves me with a box of pearls Kissing pearls with no mouths

Conceived in a birdcage, she grows
The apple of her father's eye
Swimming in a fountain of milk
Built from bricks at the heart of thickness

I can feel her
Fingers spread
To the beat of a kick drum

She will be beautiful and we already know her name
She will be beautiful and we already know her name
She will be beautiful and we already know her name

I've already laid eyes on the apparition of my daughter
She's got that touch of you that makes her glow

Softest harmony, sung aloud
And she will be beautiful
Our choir girl
Venora
(taste me, embrace me, our choir girl)
Venora
(taste me, embrace me, our choir girl)
Our choir girl

Mother nature's got craftsmanship
While producing ghostly fruits
She crept around the woodwork gracefully speechless