Hello, she arrives in a bow
And her new shiny red shoes
And spins through pedestrian conversations like a cartoon
She needles a 180 gram
And parades a fresh tattoo
Turns on her pretty Memphis glands
When it's time to sing the blues
She said she read the Iliad
On a white couch in Belarus
Hard pressed to find she's lost interest
When a Capra film lights the room
Tabbies swirl around her feet
When she bewitches her milieu
Talks shit about the government
Wants to take off to Europe soon
She sleeps late, she's waylaid
And just doesn't have the time
She loves to kiss when she's wine pissed
And thinks she can read my mind
Wraps her head in a towel
Hums Sour Times
Paints her nails on the Sunday Styles
Wonders if God is Benevolent
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Hello, she arrives in a bow
And her new shiny red shoes
And spins through pedestrian conversations like a cartoon
She needles a 180 gram
And parades a fresh tattoo
Turns on her pretty Memphis glands
When it's time to sing the blues
She said she read the Iliad
On a white couch in Belarus
Hard pressed to find she's lost interest
When a Capra film lights the room
Tabbies swirl around her feet
When she bewitches her milieu
Talks shit about the government
Wants to take off to Europe soon
She sleeps late, she's waylaid
And just doesn't have the time
She loves to kiss when she's wine pissed
And thinks she can read my mind
Wraps her head in a towel
Hums Sour Times
Paints her nails on the Sunday Styles
Wonders if God is Benevolent
And her new shiny red shoes
And spins through pedestrian conversations like a cartoon
She needles a 180 gram
And parades a fresh tattoo
Turns on her pretty Memphis glands
When it's time to sing the blues
She said she read the Iliad
On a white couch in Belarus
Hard pressed to find she's lost interest
When a Capra film lights the room
Tabbies swirl around her feet
When she bewitches her milieu
Talks shit about the government
Wants to take off to Europe soon
She sleeps late, she's waylaid
And just doesn't have the time
She loves to kiss when she's wine pissed
And thinks she can read my mind
Wraps her head in a towel
Hums Sour Times
Paints her nails on the Sunday Styles
Wonders if God is Benevolent
Writer: Thomas Ivey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid