at night
I do not stand for ice
My eyes are heavy
by choice.
Your cheap vows
you don't know how
they work on me
and it's not by choice.
In theory
I am an angel dear
see, I like what it's not
But in the dark
we've got it to an art
I want nothing
and that's a lot.
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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