Little beast had broke her jaw And I tried to fix her head They said I had to put her back That I had to put her back exactly where I found her That she was doing good until the cat got her
But my pen was full of hymns It seems they've learned to swim Mouth full of pins, heart pumping gasoline, It's late, I'm still at the sewing machine Stiching up strays fifteen years,
When they said you were past repair I thread a needle with my hair When you were still a common sparrow But look who's on the shoulder now When the road goes narrow
Little bitch had broke her jaw And I tried to fix her head They said I had to put her back That I had to put her back exactly where I found her That she was doing good until the cat got her
With soft dugs and a seam ripper Tough love and tape measure Stitching up boys is different that way You fix a bird, you buy a cage
When I ran out of thread I couldn't let go But that's not sewing that's A different kind of creature looks for love Through the eye of a needle But the creed of the seamstress is That you're pretty in pieces
Little beast had broke her jaw And I tried to fix her head They said I had to put her back That I had to put her back exactly where I found her That she was doing good until the cat got her
And let me get a look at your face Busted, back's been broke for days Not much, little something for the pain Don't fuss or I'll never get a seam to lay straight I keep it clean as I can with just Just the machine and a mattress plus I never did need for a pattern Just some good restraints and my bedside manner
When I ran out of thread I couldn't let go But that's not sewing that's When I ran out of thread I couldn't let go But that's not sewing that's