she said pass
and I could see the dead sea in her eyes
I lock up early, blinking hard
because all I got are ocean skies
she's falling apart on the dancefloor
to two four time
the apple of your attention and I bet ya
one match and we're all on fire
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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