What A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy (#Wattys2016)

Lyrics

The story is published as the second part.

This story is strictly based off of the lyrics of the song, "Build God Then We'll Talk". I also used some things from the original lyrics, which were scrapped. I have both the current and original (scrapped) lyrics written below. Just skim through them. It will help you understand the references a little better. If you haven't heard the song before, don't know the lyrics, don't remember them, etc. just skim through it and enjoy the story, which will be published as a separate part. If you don't know what the original lyrics consisted of and you are too lazy to read through it, I will bold and underline what is important to skim over. And to anyone who is wondering: There is no porno mime to worry about in this book, unless you watch the video in the media. If you have no idea what porno mime is, consider yourself lucky.

The Current Lyrics for "Build God Then We'll Talk":

"It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street.
Appealing only 'cause they are just that un-appealing
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.

Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday.
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
moonlighting aside, she really needs this money.
Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy.
Yeah (Yeah)

And not to mention, the constable, and his proposition, for that "virgin"
Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"
as he said to the Mrs. Well, only hours before,
after he had left, she was fixing her face in a compact.
There was a terrible crash
There was a terrible crash between her and the badge
She spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind.
Along with the people inside

What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.

Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.

Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.