milky flashes of her skin,
looking out for someone to see them
beneath the yellow cloud of her puffy hair,
in a dirty way
like a ball of tumbleweed,
rolling into drying seabed
of coyote heart of mine
it makes me wanna cry
looney coyote cry, looney coyote cry
can you hear it?
lonely sparkles in her eyes
waiting for someone to kill them
it feels like walking through the gates of hell
in a bunny suit
kinky movement of her lips
sketching twisted path to heaven
for coyote heart of mine
it makes me wanna laugh
looney coyote laugh, looney coyote laugh
can you hear it?
Bedroom is the new garage.
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