Flying rocking horse fairy
You were sitting in the chair
Eating all the things you didn't like
Sam was looking at the rocks inside her shoes
Checkered socks and soft October blues
She knew just what you were like
You'd never bite
Now the socks were hanging by a thread
Roses on her thighs but the thighs were dripping red
Couldn't recall what she had said
You hid the head under the shed
But you'd never bite
You can still be saved
You'd never bite