Tapestry, what can you make out of me, threading through a symphony, no one can deny. What colors will you use to write the story, hope I don’t get boring, cuz I’m the art.
Loom, Loom, Loom, using your hands, only weaves I’ll understand. You, you, you, make me feel complete, like a freshly quilted blanket.
Can you be my power loom, increase my efficiency, and my productivity, I really hate technology, but if you help me out maybe you’re not so bad. Weaving in and out of this, cuz one minute I want you, then I’m good without you. Automate my process, this stuff got me spinning so bad, need my industrial man.
All the men, I ain’t even seeing them, just another man child, till I’m looking back. Seventeen, but I’m not a freak though, I’m talking bout hundreds, cuz they were men.
Doom, Doom, Doom, using your brain, is now a commodity. You, you, you, make me feel so special, like a present for the Queen.
Can you be my power loom, increase my efficiency, and my productivity, I really hate technology, but if you help me out maybe you’re not so bad. Weaving in and out of this, cuz one minute I want you, then I’m good without you. Automate my process, this stuff got me spinning so bad, need my industrial man.
I want some brains and the knowledge and he making those inventions, and he’s from another country oh did I not mention? He would treat me like a lady and give me a kid or two, oh I wish that it was something that they still do.
And I might not be a tapestry, but he’ll make me complete, sweep me off my feet, just like I’m a noble. Nothing can compare, if he brushes through my hair, saying mademoiselle how do you fare.
Can you be my power loom, increase my efficiency, and my productivity, I really hate technology, but if you help me out maybe you’re not so bad. Weaving in and out of this, cuz one minute I want you, then I’m good without you. Automate my process, this stuff got me spinning so bad, need my industrial man.
M.A.L.C.O.L.M
