But just because he's a painter and he loves you
It doesn't mean that he has got a clue

About my Thumbelina
I've never seen a pair of digits quite like yours before
And I have traveled shore to shore in such arduous pallor
Your almost perfect body's got me quivering in a ball

To that brash cowgirl with her hands petting your crotch
And humping you in towering grass
Naked and gender-bending
What makes you think the two of you will last?

For there's no dame or man for her
There's just this open road where she hails down a pervert
With the usage of her giant thumb

Jellybean, you could never comprehend
The intellect of her mind
And just because you can make her come with your hand
It doesn't mean that she'll be your woman

Now Thumbelina
I've never seen a pair of digits quite like yours before
And I have traveled shore to shore in such arduous pallor
Your almost perfect body's got me quivering in a ball

But 'twas a loon on the hillside
Planted a seed between your thighs
You fancied him as your therapist
But he's just a sadistic sodomist who gave you that bastard kid

My Thumbelina
I've never seen a pair of digits quite like yours before
And I have traveled shore to shore in such arduous pallor
Your almost perfect body's got me quivering in a ball, yeah

My Thumbelina, my Thumbelina
My Thumbelina, my Thumbelina
My Thumbelina, my Thumbelina
Hey, have you seen her?