Your brother got bird lice

From a feather he fixed with a bobby pin

That's a small price to pay

For the privilege of being the indian



He said i'll be your friend

If you give me a dollar a day



In the picture she posed

On the car hood in lipstick and underpants

The very same evening that she

Was crowned queen of the harvest dance



She said i'll make you king

If you give me a dollar a day



Lonesome sinner lonesome saint

Make me a winner or is it too late



In the bright light she looks

Like a girl you remember from summer camp

Who reached through your rib cage and

Tore out your heart with a postage stamp



She said i was your girl

When you gave me a dollar a day