Lost Girls

Warming the hearts of tragic hoodlum spirits
 Brighten the eyes of petty thieves who crawl at night
 Who feign to use a knife
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 Rejoiced to be alive
 Broken and depraved
 Sullied mop and rusted pail
 Centuries of poison to escape this heaven or hell
 This earthly cell of dead flowers
 And so many wounded foes
 It's hard to remember fantasy or horror
 Unwanted caresses
 Little lolitas who want to be held in large hands
 Dear Father, who art in heaven
 Hallowed be thy name
 Witches confused by their own magic
 Witches displeased by their own perfume
 Shame-locked women
 Shaman women fuming with shame
 Love-locked women
 Women their own magic women
 Shadow body, shadow spirit
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 Female creature wilted high in the rafters
 Orgies of dust and butterfly laughter
 Shadows spilling into the babe's milk
 Sorry eyes of ghost's memoir
 Four blue plus two, that makes six
 That's twelve times two
 Two brown eyes, one green
 Hazel's asleep in the hayloft
 Down the road drowning in dry grass
 In the sweet maiden's lap poisened with nightshade
 Witches last laugh
 Stick your thumb out and lift up your skirt
 Someone's gonna stop here soon
 Take down your hair and wind up your grin
 Someone's gonna take you home
 Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
 Someone's gonna stop here soon
 Take down your hair and wind up your grin
 Someone's gonna take you home
 Even though red's not your color
 I'll dress you in feathers
 And fly you in the windy weather
 Like a child bird marooned on an island of cats
 Little dewy brawlin' cats
 With cross-eyes and hats
 They take mercy on you
 They take you for walks
 The mercy singing dismal hymns
 Watery bible rhymes
 All jumbled a mess
 A mess of bright graves and flowers and balloons
 Stick out your thumb
 And lift up your skirt
 Someone's gonna stop here soon
 Take down your hair and wind up your grin
 Someone's gonna take you home
 Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
 Someone's gonna stop here soon
 Take down your hair and wind up your grin
 Someone's gonna take you home
 With a knapsack of trinkets
 I'm off to seek my fortune again
 Chasin' ghosts of dead orphans
 Friends, cousin, or kin
 We wave to the passer by
 Moth wings of a butterfly
 Endless tracks where no car pass
 Close your eyes and you can fly
 I'm off to meet my soulmate
 A naked fawny jail bate
 Wadin' into ponds
 Filly with pollywogs at dawn
 Mournin' the light
 That slipped from my eyes
 A little child with dirty nails
 And dirty hair
 I had dirty things scrawled upon my mind
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 Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
 Someone's gonna stop here soon
 Take down your hair, wind up your grin
 Someone's gonna take you home
 Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
 Someone's gonna stop here soon
 Take down your hair, wind up your grin
 Someone's gonna take you home
 Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
 Someone's gonna stop here soon
 Take down your hair, wind up your grin
 Someone's gonna take you home
 Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt
 Someone's gonna stop here soon
 Take down your hair and wind up your grin
 Someone's gonna take you home