The Thumbs...

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