found you
i found you sweet
likewise, you nodded
but not off
you admit defeat
the ashtray, pass it to me.
they'll write a thesis
on what's going on
thank g-d it's not a tragedy
i'd rather not a love song
so could you please
just pass it to me.
i waited, like a lady should.
and i know i haven't been that good.
if i didn't answer me, i would.
everything ends in G
love me
- dolly at school
- She was Lo. Plain Lo in the morning. Standing five foot two in one sock. She smoked in her car and sang to herself. She wrote songs in her head when you took her on dates. She was jazz. She was the blues. She was high. She was not an artist, but she was good at a few things. That's why they still call her. And you should keep reading.
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