your ankle in the dance and
your ankle in the field
do you miss the bell
do you miss me

To loosely strung Toulouse-Lautrec
to loose me inevitably
I don’t use drugs more than I need
we’re not compatible you see

There lies a lady in the see
Here lies my baby in the see

I used to be a little girl
wanted wanting thinking truth
chasing Amy’s in the woods
now, you know, there’s just a few