Fiona Apple is a Regin-ius, Regina-us, re-genius...
She is a wordsmith, she forges words into poems that cut into your senses and make you taste, smell, feel and see them as she craftily delivers them into your ears.
The rib is the shell and the heart is a yolk
I just made a meal for us both to choke on
I could liken you to a werewolf
The way you left me for dead
But I admit that I provided a full moon
I made it to a dinner date
My teardrops seasoned every plate
'Cause in the end I'm a sensible girl
I know the fiction of the fix
He excites me
Must be like a genesis of rhythm
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