Miss Spiritual Tramp - Blitzen Trapper

It was a drive by

Columbian necktie

And I’m glad to see

You’re doing well

They brought you flowers

And stay for hours

And as I drifted

In and out of sleep

I saw a vision

That I must repeat

She had a sweet tooth

A kiss and tell phone booth

And her lips were like

A hairpin turn

And her eyes were full

Of crash and burn

The kids on fire

A broken nosed liar

And as they pushed

The pillow in my face

I got a wiff

Of all your tasteless ways