dear sweet little town diary,
i wish i lived in a town where i was in love with the streets. i'd do anything to get up in the morning and love to see the trees. a place where the the grass always invites for a picnic lunch and flowers always grow in a bunch and the chicken fries fresh in a pan. someday when i'm old you will find me there- hanging my laundry in the clean country air. i don't want to have a whole lot of friends- just a few special ones until my life ends. i'll enjoy fresh apples and peaches and corn- and with my most favorite customer, i will be one happy whore.
i wish i lived in a town where i was in love with the streets. i'd do anything to get up in the morning and love to see the trees. a place where the the grass always invites for a picnic lunch and flowers always grow in a bunch and the chicken fries fresh in a pan. someday when i'm old you will find me there- hanging my laundry in the clean country air. i don't want to have a whole lot of friends- just a few special ones until my life ends. i'll enjoy fresh apples and peaches and corn- and with my most favorite customer, i will be one happy whore.