Sitting here wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that I had just something you wore
I put it on when I go lonely Will you take off your dress and send it to me?
I miss your kissin' and I miss your head And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead Run outside in the desert heat Make your dress all wet and send it to me
I miss your soup and I miss your bread And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead So spill your breakfast and drip your wine Just wear that dress when you're dying
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Sitting here wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that I had just something you wore
Bloody your hands on a cactus tree Wipe it on your dress and send it to me
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that I had just something you wore
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