If I were more like city girls
If I were more like city girls
If I were more like fancy girls
And thanks little bee, think of me
Here's four photographs just for laughs
My Miss Shipwreck sinks, yes, she sings
My Miss Pitchfork pinch, yes, she pinch
My Miss Sidewalk slips, makes a mess, tickle flesh
When the night doesn't want you
And the sounds all surround you
And the steps to the temple
Are the breasts made of puddles
And if I were more like city girls
If I were more like fancy girls
And all my thumbs touch too much
If I were more like city girls
If I were more like fancy girls
And thanks little bee, think of me
Here's four photographs just for laughs
My Miss Shipwreck sinks, yes, she sings
My Miss Pitchfork pinch, yes, she pinch
My Miss Sidewalk slips, makes a mess, tickle flesh
When the night doesn't want you
And the sounds all surround you
And the steps to the temple
Are the breasts made of puddles
And if I were more like city girls
If I were more like fancy girls
And all my thumbs touch too much
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