shes the lampshade, she’s part night and part day
and she’s looking for a cane to get – around
so she holds on to the hand, of the playerpiano man
but he ain’t a man, he’s just ---sound
her pupose it is plain, she’s in the corner again
and there’s whispers about it all around – town
I wish someone’d turn her on, she’s been this way for too long
cause her teeth chatter when her feet leave the – ground
lead her to the highgrass fields, to the thrasher’s spinnin wheels
and he’ll sow her into soil where she can’t be found
Oh sleepyhead, lay yer head down, in the ground where you can’t be found
Oh you sleepyhead I don’t even want you -- around.
I don’t mean to be harmless, you kid
some say that im heartless, you said
but, kid, honestly here I am
cause in my dreams, im pregnant again.
