The Stripper Has No Navel - Honus Honus

Heaven’s in the details, the intersections

The line between devotion, hatred, and affection

I found perfection in imperfection

In broken noses and other things

'Cause if you’re broken, everybody’s broken

Everything aches like a knife in cake

Crash course like a mosquito underneath an elbow

You can’t go off into the evening without even thinking

True love and the afterlife

Two sirens you might

Never find so why waste your time

Chasing a fallacy?

She says she loves the sound of cars colliding

Pigeons hitting windows and bridesmaids crying

It’s the little things that make her heart sing

A crooked finger, a naked neckline

She rips the zipper, kicks the table

Oh, my stripper, she has no navel

True lust and the aftertaste

Two sirens you might

Never find so why waste your time

Searching for a movie scene?

True love and the afterlife

Two sirens you might

Never find so why waste your time

Chasing a fantasy?