Wouldn't it be nice
if we lived up to the fool.
all of the ice
put out everything you knew.
Tell me when the blue is low
we've got that walking on water thing down.
c'mon we can take the blow
you can slam open the door now.
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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