this is the story of your red right ankle
and how it came to meet your leg
and how the muscle, bone and sinews tangled
and how the skin was softly shed
and how it whispered 'oh adhere to me
for we are bound by symmetry
whatever differences our lives have been,
we together make a limb'
this is the story of your red right ankle

this is the story of your gypsy uncle
you never knew cause he was dead
and how his face was carved and ribbed with wrinkles
in the picture in your head
and remember how you found the key
to his hideout in the Pyrenees
but you wanted to keep his secret safe,
so you threw the key away
this is the story of your gypsy uncle

this is the story of the boys who loved you,
who love you now and loved you then
some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you
some just laid around in bed
some had crumbled you straight to your knees
did it cruel did it tenderly
some had crawled their way into your heart
to rend your ventricles apart
this is the story of the boys who loved you
this is the story of your red right ankle.