{Martine is at the piano, a cigarette hanging from her lips}

The more I see, the more I do
The more I spit, the more I chew
The more you suck, the more I have to
Swallow, baby

And when I see the things you do
The more I want the least of you
The more I spit, the more you have to
Swallow, baby

You think you gotta push it
You think you gotta push it
You think you gotta push to make me
Swallow, baby
You think you gotta push it
You think you gotta push it
You think you gotta push to make me
Swallow, baby

And so you think that I'm a freak
Because I refuse to sneak
Around the back of your dull head is
Hollow, baby

And maybe you can see me lie
Out of your one good eye
Around the back of your dull head so
Hollow, baby

Hang bone, hang bone
I don't need yours, 'cos I got one of my own
Hang bone, hang bone
I don't need yours, 'cos I got one of my own

And now I see the things you do
It makes me want the least of you
How does it suck for you to have to
Swallow, baby

So maybe you can see me lie
Out of your one good eye
Around the back of your dull head so
Hollow, baby

Swallow, baby
Swallow, baby
Swallow, baby
Swallow, baby

You think you gotta push it
You think you gotta push it
You think you gotta push to make me
Swallow, baby
You think you gotta push it
You think you gotta push it
You think you gotta push to make me
Swallow, baby

Hang bone, hang bone
I don't need yours, 'cos I got one of my own
Hang bone, hang bone
I don't need yours, 'cos I got one of my own