i took to faces shooting stills and places i took nudes of our youngest boy I took two years to take his name over i beat blank with blank's toy
i'd sing your praises to the devil's face but even fire couldn't dry you out you wouldn't know a good shot if you drank one Then throws up throws punches throws everybody out
shut up and while we're on the subject of endless me and the what's i've done i didn't raise my boy to be your snapshot toy
And as he made his point, he opened up my eye:
bet bottom dollar said as night day follows ain't a thought you can call your own just to vary someone's variation to reshow what's been shown a call to mothers and my fast ex-lovers had the boys packing out by ten we moved in with earl and his own two girls i took photographs of spirograph--oh let's begin again but then earl kept having nightmares about being tamed by dogs and fence and when the agents came and asked for him by name well those dreams they made sense
Just when I'm used to him he has to go bye-bye...
[Just when I'm used to him, he has to go bye-bye]
And i wrote and i've called you for wednesdays now that's what the note tacked on to earl's door said and i hard cried my way down the hall i'll go south, i'll go south more ways than one I'll probably need some cash to get started and so i sold your pictures that won
(ps. i understand your man friend has turned up missing)