She’s got factories for eyesAnd you can tell by her gazeThat these shipbuilding wavesAre in undertow of livesShe’s resourced at lip serviceBut this lift is in disserviceAnd enlisting the servantsLast call for serviceShe’s got more arms than venusshe’s gotShe’s got you between her thighsAnd everything she saysDoes not explain her legsAs they tighten and surmiseHer hands from Coin and PawnWear a ring right through your noseAnd everywhere she knowsShe’s got it going onShe’s got more arms than venusshe’s gotThe voices that she hearsCome right down a wireAmendments are acquiredDecrypted to her earsThe sermon that she mountsHelps to defray the costAnd every life that’s lostShows how a body counts She’s got more arms than venusshe’s gotThe story that she tellsGoes by the metes and boundsIt grows by leaps and boundsAnd everywhere it swellsThe sword’s become her penBut her thunderbolts don’t sparkThis virgin’s on a larkBut she’s fucking wide openShe’s got more arms than venusshe’s got