Friday, April 24, 1992

Wreath's not human (1992)


Well, she's not human--I can see that myself
And she's not the kind you can buy off the shelf
Lovingkind maiden of mental health
I wanna tell ya, man she's something else

Medication queen of the morning madness
Dispenser of happiness pills and gladness
On a bike, in the wind, it's a different girl
Heading out all alone in this sidewalk world-- letting her hair unfurl

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