French Braid

Can I say something?
I'm naked as a Jaybird, babe
And I know that, but this won't wait
I like your really tight French braid

Duly noted, now, do you mind?
I been tryna tell you a secret
We can let the great world roll on
Maybe we can roll on with it
Polaroids, Del Maguey
So much noise, so much play
What I want are the frozen nights

We can hide and
Later find, then
Live again, oh
So

I wouldn't change a goddamn thing
And I'm counting all the years in transit
When the fruit got strange
And we knew each other, we replanted

Your sturdy bones
Pretty and golden laid
I grip and hold
Just like your tight French braid

My mother tongue
Though l've forgotten some
Is still intact
I speak it now for fun

Flesh of my flesh
Some don't have the range
To move their beds
When fruit gets strange