Barbara Ann
Rosie Tucker
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Well it bleeds like steak but it isn’t steak
I’m dying for a taste of the genuine fake
There ain’t nothing you can’t shape
From corn and soybeans
Blue eyed Jesus, billboard babies
Picking away at a long dead barn finch
Bones hollow like heritage it’s
A feeling you can’t shake
In a world so mean and
Mangled up with memory
How did it go, the one you liked?
Barbara Ann, don’t fuck around
With a Louisville Slugger under
Your side of the bed
No one’s gonna hurt you now
No one’s gonna hurt you
With cherries dropping like
Baby teeth you dropped
Baby fat you start
Making babiеs
Dark as death and twice as funny
Spitting stones at far off lightning
It strikеs like god and it burns like meat
Like the current in the fence in the singular heat
It’s the palm on the line you laid this morning
The life you chose that sent you reeling
How did it go, how was it
I’m dying for a taste of the genuine fake
There ain’t nothing you can’t shape
From corn and soybeans
Blue eyed Jesus, billboard babies
Picking away at a long dead barn finch
Bones hollow like heritage it’s
A feeling you can’t shake
In a world so mean and
Mangled up with memory
How did it go, the one you liked?
Barbara Ann, don’t fuck around
With a Louisville Slugger under
Your side of the bed
No one’s gonna hurt you now
No one’s gonna hurt you
With cherries dropping like
Baby teeth you dropped
Baby fat you start
Making babiеs
Dark as death and twice as funny
Spitting stones at far off lightning
It strikеs like god and it burns like meat
Like the current in the fence in the singular heat
It’s the palm on the line you laid this morning
The life you chose that sent you reeling
How did it go, how was it
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