read a book on how to be a bitch
he should read it
gave it to a hooker
but you could find it anywhere
smoke off the accusations
they don't know us
this is like a tree
say you'll be there when I'm one
or don't at all
i know your roots
are my lights on?
are you coming?
take it to the wall
i know your roots.
should i sing more about cigarettes?
should i find it in myself to forget, yet
remember you'll be back i bet
ringing your hands
ringing your hands?
should i sing less about you?
should i go under cause i already do, but who
if not for the overdue,
ringing his hands
ringing his hands?
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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