Silence - If I Could Smell Her Cunt Lyrics |
Broadway 2005 Silence! the Musical - If I Could Smell Her Cunt Lyrics
LECTER (spoken) Now. What did Miggs say to you? Multiple Miggs in the next cell, he Hissed at you. What did he say?
CLARICE He said, 'I can smell your cunt.'
LECTER I see. I myself cannot.
(sung) If I could smell her cunt She'd help me taste humanity again And if I promise not to eat her Then perhaps she'd even be my friend If I could smell her cunt If I could smell her cunt.
If I could undo who I am I'd snap my fingers: brand new man! I want to smell her bearded clam I almost can! Trapped behind this pane of glass A man who reeks of taste of class I'm sitting on my bony ass And now this wo-man:
I'd like to tell her I don't care But something in her eyes... I'd like to tell her life's not fair The smell between her thighs.
Lonely lonely lunatic I want to know what makes her tick If only she would let me pick Her pretty brain. I want a new relationship The kind that challenges my wit The kind that doesn't leave behind A bloody stain...
If I could smell her cunt She'd help me find The man I used to be And if I promise not to serve her as an entree She'd be friends with me If I could smell her cunt If I could smell her cunt.
If I could help her solve this case Perhaps they'd let me leave this place For one that has a bit more space I want to see a tree! Lonely lonely lunatic I'm charming but I'm also sick I need an audience for my schtick Perhaps it could be she!
If I could do it all again I wouldn't harm a fly Erase the gruesome things I've done And smell her cherry pie.
If I could smell her cunt If she would grant my simple little wish I could reclaim my grasp on sanity I bet she smells like tuna fish If I could smell her cunt If I could smell her cunt.
Am I crazy? I can't tell Eight years rotting in this cell Feels a lot like I'm in hell If only I could smell her cunt If I could smell her cunt.
[Thanks to Fred for lyrics]
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