The Thumbs Touch Too Much

If I were more like city girls

if I were more like city girls

If I were more like fancy girls

And thanks little bee, think of me

Here's four photographs

Just for laughs

My Miss Shipwreck sinks

Yes she sings

My Miss Pitchfork pinch

Yes she pinch

My Miss Sidewalk slips

Makes a mess, tickle flesh

When the night doesn't want you

And the sounds all surround you

And the steps to the temple

Are the breasts made of puddles

And if I were more like city girls

If I were more like fancy girls

And all my thumbs touch too much