Legs Like Tree Trunks - Dick Whitman lyrics

rate me

Bruised from bookcase corners,

your crimson eyes put you to sleep at night.

You’re a quick study in a language I couldn't read if I tried.

You stay monumental;

I’ll stay the night.

I’ll come inside for a little while.

There’s something not quite right here.

There’s something out of place here.<br />

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Thanks to d