[lecter]
(spoken)
now.
what did miggs say to you?
multiple miggs in the next cell, he
hissed at you.
what did he say?

[clarice]
he said,
"i can smell your cunt."

[lecter]
i see.
i myself cannot.

(sung)
if i could smell her cunt
she'd help me taste humanity again
and if i promise not to eat her
then perhaps she'd even be my friend
if i could smell her cunt
if i could smell her cunt.

if i could undo who i am
i'd snap my fingers: brand new man!
i want to smell her bearded clam
i almost can!
trapped behind this pane of glass
a man who reeks of taste of class
i'm sitting on my bony ass
and now this wo-man:

i'd like to tell her i don't care
but something in her eyes...
i'd like to tell her life's not fair
the smell between her thighs.

lonely lonely lunatic
i want to know what makes her tick
if only she would let me pick
her pretty brain.
i want a new relationship
the kind that challenges my wit
the kind that doesn't leave behind
a bloody stain...

if i could smell her cunt
she'd help me find
the man i used to be
and if i promise not to serve her as an entree
she'd be friends with me
if i could smell her cunt
if i could smell her cunt.

if i could help her solve this case
perhaps they'd let me leave this place
for one that has a bit more space
i want to see a tree!
lonely lonely lunatic
i'm charming but i'm also sick
i need an audience for my schtick
perhaps it could be she!

if i could do it all again
i wouldn't harm a fly
erase the gruesome things i've done
and smell her cherry pie.

if i could smell her cunt
if she would grant my simple little wish
i could reclaim my grasp on sanity
i bet she smells like tuna fish
if i could smell her cunt
if i could smell her cunt.

am i crazy? i can't tell
eight years rotting in this cell
feels a lot like i'm in hell
if only i could smell her cunt
if i could smell her cunt.