Paroles: Destroyer. I Want This Cyclops.

Two French sisters on a DC-10
sped from Dallas. Just imagine them:
peppering their respected speeches with
commas and cupids
and I-Don't-Wanna's, I-Don't-Think-So's.

It snows here in Sasquatch Country
where the criminal element runs free.
Two singular eyes spied them,
a cyclops second goes by them,
When, upon their arrival, they say
(in a dispirited-but-comely way),
"I want this cyclops."

Two French sisters on a DC-10
sped from Dallas. Just imagine them:
peppering their respected speeches with
commas and cupids
and I-Don't-Wanna's, I-Don't-Think-So's slow.

It's slow here in Sasquatch Country
where the criminal element runs free.
One singular eye spies them,
a sloppy second goes by them,
When, upon their arrival, they say
(in a dispirited-but-comely way),
"I want this cyclops."