Off she goes talking a mile a minute
Laughing at her own jokes, like she has two heads
Life so short, I count in dog years
Only the wild ones free fall
Love Love, Kiss Kiss
Ooh these girls
Always carry me home
O Darlin’
The silver lining of tomorrow (shimmer and shines clear)
As I stand in desperately here
For now, I look into her yellow eyes and listen to her gold lies
Creating the mystery of love
I’ll say she’s a good kisser (I’ll admit how much I miss her)
These girls
She’ll say no hard feelings
As she sits there and pulls me under
Your face is kissed with freckles
Like a cherry picked,
Picked you are
Hand sewn a stitch
Recorder on the perfect pitch
Tied up or tied off
This strawberry was perfectly picked
Ripe for eating
Don’t leave her in the sun
Her gold will turn to mold
When will she learn to dance with the world, not choreograph it
Fooling her demons
But tricking herself
I’ll take the trick over the treat
Silver Ties 