Dear Carolyne

Can't you just see
 Flies' eye mirrors and bull's eye red?
 Can't you just taste
 Blue brain juice from a tikki head?
 "There's money in the desert
 We'll be lithe and sly
 And make it groove our way
 I like the desert"
 I heard dear Carolyne say
 Don't you just dream down easy
 As a "for you baby, first time's free"
 And don't it just seem
 Like your wheel of fortune rolled over me
 There's somethin 'bout the desert
 It don't speak English, but we understand
 Somethin 'bout the desert
 From the car's front seat
 You squeezed my hand
 Dear Carolyne
 Dear Carolyne
 You are sour cream in a rubber dress
 A wet dream in a newfound mess
 You're like a day come apart
 In the sky's messy open heart
 There's black holes in the desert
 Where the slickbacks pay in cash
 And trash the place
 Black holes in the desert
 Looking out from Carolyne's face
 Dear Carolyne
 Dear Carolyne
 Where are we going?
 Dear Carolyne
 Dear Carolyne
 Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my
 Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my
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 Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my
 Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my
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 Waited forever
 I come back alone
 I pull the lever
 Like Carolyne showed
 Pioneer Casino in Reno, Nevada
 Where a couple of kids like us
 Could make our fortunes in an hour
 Dear Carolyne
 Dear Carolyne
 Where are we going?
 Dear Carolyne
 Dear Carolyne
 Ah, ah, ah