She was an exquisite corpse, I got her in my last divorce
She bled upon the page and then said act your age
She was an exquisite corpse
When I run my finger down her spine
I know that she will soon be mine
Nothing can prevent what is heaven sent
She was an exquisite corpse
When I call upon her in the dark
She never seems to miss the mark
The jungle's overrun with the kidding pun -
But she was an exquisite corpse
The Devil at the door is such a tedious bore
The second act is so much more
Because she was an exquisite corpse
Deep in the pile, books are back in style
Reading down a country mile, oh yeah!
And she was an exquisite corpse
Back in the stacks, or you will get the axe
She was an exquisite corpse
Words on the page are just the bones of the stage
She was an exquisite corpse