(*Beth Thornley)

U run it rich, that carburetor*

U gotta open, open that choke.

‘Cause when you’re here, the air it won’t clear.

And u just blowin’, just blowin’ smoke.

U got a blue feather bird on a golden swing.

It wears a ruby tipped crown but it don’t sing.

U keep bringin’ me gifts like it ain’t no thing

but I thought u said goodbye.

I thought u let; let that bird fly. (there it goes)

Baby, I can’t wash you clean.

U got a match, well I got the gasoline.

Baby, redemption ain’t free.

U gonna need more than u can get from me.

This river’s dry. Baby, can’t wash u clean.

U gotta a new monkey bangin’ some tambourine.

It’s got some big button eyes; it’s made of velveteen.

U just want me to know u got all you need.

but am I OK alone?

cause here’s a monkey

if I need company; (nice monkey)

U comin’ over like u was clover.

I’m gonna cut it with my lawnmower.

U knockin’ at my, my door all tangled.

Your guilty conscience wrapped ‘round your ankles.

I see you draggin’ it ‘cross my floor now.

U feelin’ better. I’m feelin’, I’m feelin’ worse now.