Birds Eye View (Hazel)
Tuck my ears into the bonnet
Shove my hand under the seat
I might yet get into college
Trade it all for chicken feet
And fold my skirt well when you pack it
If you come to visit me
If it won't work out with Hazel
I'll have nothing to lay clean
And I'll say "Hold me down like an anchor"
And put her hands where I keep my hunger
Well, I'll grout tile at our feet
She'll say "Guide me where I cannot row
I want your work, I'm not afraid"
And in my dreams we sleep in late
Poker when the light is low
Buddy up, I'm shit at bluffs
I can't say no
But I want it like
I want the last word
If she can't teach me now
I'll never learn
It's one evening on the isthmus
Had the birds eye view on her
It makes no sense in the morning
But by August she's the talker
And I'll say "Lord don't let me lose myself
In the arms of someone else"
When I pray it lasts for days
And she'll say "Guide me where I cannot row
I want your work, I'm not afraid"
And in my dream she's just offstage
And you won't have to worry, oh
Buttercup, I'm in the bed, I won't say no
Oh, oh, oh
And sipping something from the corner store
It's what I plant those poppies for
We'll buy a boat and have a kitchen
Be my father, keep a woman
Let her plan and earn the wealth
But Lord, don't let me lose myself
Not my brother, I'm just dreaming
In our evenings, in our evenings
If she can't teach me now, I'll never learn
Shove my hand under the seat
I might yet get into college
Trade it all for chicken feet
And fold my skirt well when you pack it
If you come to visit me
If it won't work out with Hazel
I'll have nothing to lay clean
And I'll say "Hold me down like an anchor"
And put her hands where I keep my hunger
Well, I'll grout tile at our feet
She'll say "Guide me where I cannot row
I want your work, I'm not afraid"
And in my dreams we sleep in late
Poker when the light is low
Buddy up, I'm shit at bluffs
I can't say no
But I want it like
I want the last word
If she can't teach me now
I'll never learn
It's one evening on the isthmus
Had the birds eye view on her
It makes no sense in the morning
But by August she's the talker
And I'll say "Lord don't let me lose myself
In the arms of someone else"
When I pray it lasts for days
And she'll say "Guide me where I cannot row
I want your work, I'm not afraid"
And in my dream she's just offstage
And you won't have to worry, oh
Buttercup, I'm in the bed, I won't say no
Oh, oh, oh
And sipping something from the corner store
It's what I plant those poppies for
We'll buy a boat and have a kitchen
Be my father, keep a woman
Let her plan and earn the wealth
But Lord, don't let me lose myself
Not my brother, I'm just dreaming
In our evenings, in our evenings
If she can't teach me now, I'll never learn
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Writer(s): Sadie Hale
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