Lyrics: Why?. Darla.

darla, they've brought your eggs into my kitchen
i know you're wishin' your bones weren't so soft
but your cage is just too small to move in,
we're fucking groovin' in the city
it's a pity that you can't be groovin' too, boo.

and i know that you weren't born for a pot pie,
that you weren't born for the cage in life
and i know that your ovulation's private
and you're ready to be fertilized.

darla, you never said you were unhappy
or you feel crappy
never said anything at all
but i know you know you're not living the good life
if i could i'd pick lock you free,
you'd live with jeff and me on fairmount st.
that'd be neat.

and i know that you weren't born for a pot pie,
that you were born for the cage in life
and i know that your ovulation's private
and you're ready to be fertilized.