Thérèse

(I've gotta, gotta slow down now)
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 I go to see Thérèse dreaming
 She's stretching out her sore shoulder
 Leaning back, eyes closed, reaching up
 She's wishing she was older
 Dreaming of an Appaloosa
 Saddled up, riding out of town
 Dreaming of a Shelby Cobra
 Digging her tires in the ground
 Bleeding, bringing in a new year mess
 Unaware of the stain on her dress
 It's tactless, it's a test
 It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse
 White kitten in the corner
 Obscene, it really says it all
 Milk matches her underwear
 And get her down, take her off the wall
 She dreams of Marlon in Austin
 Their bodies tangled in a net
 She thinks of him every so often
 When she feels like a space cadet
 She empathizes with your feelings
 She's more interested in ceilings
 It's tactless, it's a test
 It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse
 It's tactless, it's a test
 It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse
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 She reminds me of memories
 Sleeping off the growing pains
 We were sea anemones
 Spelling out each other's names
 Whispering inside our red house
 While the adults were a-sleeping
 I guess Thérèse was just for me
 A quiet I keep on keeping
 Thérèse does not belong to you
 The horses, cars and cowboys do
 It's tactless, it's a test
 It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse
 It's tactless, it's a test
 It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse
 It's tactless, it's a test
 It's just Thérèse
 It's tactless, it's a test
 It's just Thérèse