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Creeks in the gutter
Moon rising high
Over trash buckets and hot tar
Susan's stepping out
With a spade in her sleeve
A black eye and a broken car
This was the last time
She was gonna pray
Better off watching the TV
Fell down the church steps
A mouth full of belief
From the soles of the preacher's feet
White bicycles get the roses (the roses)
Dumpsters get the dandelions (get the dandelions)
Susan's got a black eye again (oh, no)
And a broken car
She knows a thing or a two
As all old strays do
Kicking down a crooked street
She plays one mean game
Hearts and clubs and spades
Flip a coin on the cold concrete
A hole lives in her smile
Where the words fall out
Picking fights singing in her sleep
What on this wicked earth
Is the devil up to now?
She crows showing all her teeth
White bicycles get the roses (the roses)
Dumpsters get the dandelions (get the dandelions)
Susan's got a black eye again (oh, no)
And a broken car
You gotta go to the graveyard
To get to the green
In a difficult city
Asleep in your jeans
In the neon electric candleglow
Worms feast on the meat
And the grass will grow
And she's in love with the microwave
And she's in love with loose change
She's in love with forgetting her name
She's in love with forgetting her name
And she's in love with the man downstairs
Who gives her his time
But leaves her worse for her wares
And she's in love with the two-headed penny
She found on the grounds of a fair
And she's in love with her used guitar
And she's in love with her broken car
She's in love with the bruise on her face
She's in love with forgetting her name
She's in love with forgetting her name
She's in love with forgetting her name
She's in love with forgetting
In love with forgetting
In love with forgetting
In love with forgetting
In love with forgetting her name
Writer(s): Kaitlin Pelkey
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