hey, I really like . . .
I really like your yellow
t-r-u-c-k.

I have a basket full of mason jars
and dandelion wine ~

wanna sneak off
and pretend
to get
d-r-u-n-k?

you know I like to take it real slow ~
on your mark, get set, ready . . .

~

I have this little trunk
full of tiny, lost things ~
all these lonely keys ~

they never did find a lock ~
what the fuck is that all about?

I have a history of
falling for demons and
monks - the sparking
edges of a pretty and
sick mind ~ do you mind?

wanna make a bet?

hand me the black book,
been there and back,
riveted by your hook ~

riveted by my hooking ~

can't wait to see how you
make the catch,

can't wait to see how you
throw it back.