Turtleneck

Oh my Mother, let your daughter dance with me I'd like to spin her wild around the cottonwood tree There's something about her eyes, I think her roots are rotten This must be the reason she wears her hair up in knots, oh no This is so embarrassing Ah, we're pissing fits Crying on our doorsteps in t-shirts loose and ripped Some of them so out of style I cannot save them They'll just get whatever my salvation gave them Keep the weed next to the bed Light the water, check for lead Dim the lights a little lower Hide your backbone, shrug your shoulders Give the gift that fits your head You have to get this turtleneck The poor, they leave their cellphones in the bathrooms of the rich And when they try to turn them off everything they switch to Is just another man, in shitty suits, everybody's cheering for This must be the genius we've been waiting years for, oh no This is so embarrassing Ah, we're pissing fits Crying on our doorsteps in t-shirts loose and ripped Some of them so out of style I cannot save them They'll just get whatever my salvation gave them Keep the weed next to the bed Light the water, check for lead Dim the lights a little lower Hide your backbone, shrug your shoulders Give the gift that fits your head You have to get this turtleneck Keep the weed next to the bed Light the water, check for lead Dim the lights a little lower Hide your backbone, shrug your shoulders Give the gift that fits your head You have to get this turtleneck