Kristin Hersh

Clara Bow
I didn't use you but I wish I had I never liked you but I wish I did Whether it was soaking in your poppy tea Or your southern hospitality Your voice has a singsong quality And bones were made to be broken Yes, all right, I can With sunburned lips I can bitch About another stupid summer Paste eaters like this sad season Strong women gripe and bite your heavy tongues From Letras Mania