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