Yellowed brown stained fingertips caused by too many filterless she crushes the ashy end Lifts the lid and drops it down in an urn she carries around her father resides Her heavy foot is on the gas
With Saint Christopher on the dash she is safe from any crash at least she believes What she doesn't realize that he's been decanonized by the church
Her heavy foot is on the gas
She used to make gum wrapper necklaces She always seemed to smell of wintergreen In her father eyes she was not a princess but a queen She didn't love to play the queen
Only prayers and country songs are found as the needle crawls along through megahertz Black rubber radials wearing bald and wearing dull she sings along
Her heavy foot is on the gas
Imitation leather cracks from to much heat and to much smack you broke mother's back She prefers the Texacos for the color of their clothes and their smokes
Her heavy foot is on the gas
She used to make gum wrapper necklaces She always seemed to smell of wintergreen In her father eyes she was not a princess but the queen
She used to wake up with the sun She used to watch the clouds go by Her hands tighten on the wheel She hums a tune as she closes her eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
