Your mouth is big and hot,
you've got crooked teeth,
and I’m not complaining cause
you've got pretty eyes too,
and hands that move
and move, and fingers
with short nails that don't touch
anything. You've got skinny
everything, wrists and ankles,
your neck and your bed,
you've got the skinny on
everything and we listen to you.

You've got skeletons
in your closet and vodka
in paper cups. You've got
celebrating to do cause
you've got songs and
songs, and badly tuned
guitars. You've got picks
on the bedroom floor
and you've got your pick
of hand and hearts,
You've got a big mouth.

You've got something to say,
you say, tell me something,
anything. You've got a green light,
and if it's ever been a metaphor
before tonight, you've got
my hand on your thigh
all the way home.

07/07/2003

Posted on 09/11/2003
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