Cars startle gravel in the drive
as if they had someplace to go
He takes the ink and sets to think of a home,
someplace like San Francisco
The skyline is written on his arm
He can see it when this town has lost its charm
His hand’s still scarred, it’s clear, from last year
When he tried to impress
Filled a cup up with pills for a woman
Already undressed
The rosary dangles from her palm
She don’t believe in God but it makes her feel calm
And she says, “Hey, I know what’s going on,
But still I’d like a carpenter of a kid”
He says, “Hey, come here baby,
We will make a skyline of your hips”
And she says, “Hey, I know what’s going on,
But still I’d like a carpenter of a kid”
He says, “Hey, come here baby,
We will make a skyline of your hips”
He says,
"Hey, come here, baby,
we will make a skyline of your hips"
"Hey, come here, baby,
we will make a skyline of your hips"
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