dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths
Mama's little truck stop rose, her dancy feet her happy laugh.
We were dropping dimes on the ponies in the cul-de-sac,
casting shadows throwing sparks
We left our teeth marks on the barrel of the gun,
the clipper ship across your chest
Turns out the pony only had one trick, a wink for the truck stop boys.
They learned it all from the polaroids
apolariodseries. (c)2006Listening to: UC
dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths
Mama's little truck stop rose, her dancy feet her happy laugh.
We were dropping dimes on the ponies in the cul-de-sac,
casting shadows throwing sparks
We left our teeth marks on the barrel of the gun,
the clipper ship across your chest
Turns out the pony only had one trick, a wink for the truck stop boys.
They learned it all from the polaroids
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