Red rains resist the beat of blue blood heat
Rinsing skin, truth seeps from human meat
Starting a beat, shielding her skin, squeezing her feet
heard the words ''still waters run deep''
Shy eyed and dazed at a yellowish tint
Raspy voice and her breath smells like mint
Dust on her shoulder, dust in her hair
let's start it all over, let's get so prepared
Ash tray lays near her lap, it's for the photo
smoke trail drawn her map, ay le desoto
Taste sweet but her head is sour
She may like you now and not so in an hour
candy land puffs fill the company's hand
will hope to God the days she can
never will love another man
trust has died, brain floured and fried
Dust on her shoulder, dust in her hair
let's start it all over, let's get so prepared
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