When out I venture
into the street
in my little clothings
it is not for you
or you no
with noses and ears
but for the grand eye in the sky
whats'er'name
For them that I might be spared
let off the hook
and shown mercy
to hear a song or two
from no sailor armed accordion.
Don't ask me where it's put in what nook it's ducked in what crack it's smashed inside what hole it was wheeled into how many times folded I can't answer for something I never did Or else was led in t
The first time they cut my hair I thought how fun a change the second time they cut my hair I thought of ducks or monsters the third time they cut my hair I remembered where I had hid a cheereo the fo
If my body and I were two, the questions I would ask If the night was young would you remember? When we danced a little two step and talked with the cup hand in When the sister with changing hair did