"The Pussy" lyrics - BO BURNHAM

The pussy has become overwhelming,
It's tumbling out of every suitcase,
Whirring beneath every floorboard.

Who thought the pussy could become so cumbersome?
It stacks against my front door like fresh snow,
Presses its lips against the glass of my kitchen window
Like an inmate's wife would do with her regular face lips.

Where the whole world was once empty, it is now pussy-
As if I'm trying to measure the atmosphere's volume
By means of pussy displacement.