You're cussing a stone in a cocktail dress your mother wore when she was young
Red sun saint around your neck; a wet martini in a paper cup
You're a wasp nest, you're a wasp nest

Your eyes are broken bottles
And I'm afraid to ask
And all your wrath and cutting beauty
You're posion in the pretty glass
You're a wasp nest, you're a wasp nest

You're all humming live wires under your killing clothes
Get over here; I wanna kiss your skinny throat
You're a wasp nest, you're a wasp nest
You're cussing a stone in a cocktail dress your mother wore when she was young
Red sun saint around your neck, a wet martini in a paper cup
You're a wasp nest, you're a wasp nest

Your eyes are broken bottles
And I'm afraid to ask
And all your wrath and cutting beauty
You're posion in the pretty glass
You're a wasp nest, you're a wasp nest

You're all humming live wires under your killing clothes
Get over here, I wanna kiss your skinny throat
You're a wasp nest, you're a wasp nest