I stopped the thought before it's drip became insistent
I rubbed it out and loved the spot where it was missing
She's widely known the only maquereau that pays her taxes
I got to box her for the money, said, it might end
Reeling and stumbling, I've got to bump around a while
You don't use words like that, St. Louise is listening
You rang the Eskimo to meet you at the station
Oh, he's like milk to you, half-Swedish and half-Asian
And your aphasia strikes a bargain with the barter yard
I got to box you for the money, said, it might end
Reeling and stumbling, I've got to bump around a while
You don't use words like that, St. Louise is listening
I could be your baby doll, I could be your doll baby
I could be the things you want, I could do it all for you
Let me get up on it, let me, let me