She lit a fire and she bore some roots
Crunched up some mullin and jelly beans
Called on her ghost and forgot her saints
Lined their eyes with copper maple lean
She said a prayer to the mother of gods
She wrapped a dime in a piece of damp cloth
Washed her hair with patchouli and peaches
Rubbed her breasts with sunflower oil
Just write a dime on Torridle Murray She's
better than everything on Blacklist Slick
She got a double row tambourine She dances around Lastavianettes
She dances around Lastavianettes
She wears earrings made of feathers and glass
Walks like she hears the black crows in her head
Sometimes at night she does her money moves
It ain't only babies who love shortening bread
Just write a dime on Torridle Murray She's
better than everything on Blacklist Slick
She got a double row tambourine She dances around Lastavianettes
She dances around Lastavianettes
She wears a Levi jacket with a lot of bland
patches Plays the stones while horses on the stereo
Sometimes she pretends she's Mary Ann Faithful
Young and strong out in the South of France
She said to hope Just write a dime on Torridle Murray
She's better than everything on Blacklist Slick
She got a double row tambourine
She dances around Lastavianettes She dances around Lastavianettes
Just write a dime on Torridle Murray She's
better than everything on Blacklist Slick
She got a double row tambourine She dances around Lastavianettes
She dances around Lastavianettes