Darla - WHY?

Darla, they’ve brought your eggs into my kitchen

I know you’re wishin' your bones weren’t so soft

But your cage is just too small to move in

We’re fucking groovin' in the city

It’s a pity that you can’t be groovin' too, boo

And i know that you weren’t born for a pot pie

That you weren’t born for the cajun life

And i know that your ovulation’s private

And you’re ready to be fertilized

Darla, you never said you were unhappy

Or you feel crappy

Never said anything at all

But i know you know you’re not living the good life

If i could i’d pick lock you free

You’d live with jeff and me on fairmount st

That’d be neat

And i know that you weren’t born for a pot pie

That you were born for the cajun life

And i know that your ovulation’s private

And you’re ready to be fertilized