| Lyrics: | Graceful fat Sheba, she works with a meatcleaver
Sweating behind the meat counter
Her skin,
it leaks liquid, the odour is sickly
Her features aren't unlike a swan
Her poetic, gluttonic
waist is impressive
She smiles as she hacks up a pig
Graceful fat Sheba, she works with a
meatcleaver
Sweating behind the meat counter |