terça-feira

Jolene...

Well Jolene unlocked the thick breezeway door

like she'd done one hundred times before

Jolene smoothed her dark hair in the mirror

she folded the towel carefully and put it back in place

yeah I want to pull you down into bed

I want to cast your face in lead

well every time I pull you close

push my face into your hair

cream rinse and tobacco smoke

that sickly scent is always, always there

yeah yeah

Jolene heard her father's uneven snores

right then she knew there must be something more

Jolene heard the singing in the forest

she opened the door quietly and stepped into the night

yeah I want to throw you out into space

I want to do whatever it takes, takes, takes

well every time I pull you close

push my face into your hair

cream rinse and tobacco smoke

that sickly scent is always, always there

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