Other Desert Cities

She looked at me like a fry pan reducing

There on the stove, I was lost in the simmer

We made her bed and some eye contact

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Sitting at McDonald's drive table

There were joint crash marks on the surface

She looked at me and said, "This house is haunted"

I looked at her and she knew what I wanted

California came away right

Up for [?] lover's birthday

It was on the wars controlled by

Boredom or personal spy planes

I could not draw the special illusions

Of the town that you were waiting

Was there something you needed to say oh

Was there something you weren't reporting

I was running at the mountain

I was laughing like a hyena

I was crying talking to no one

I was running like a fucking torpedo

She had eyes like a Taco Bell drive-thru

Open late, and there on purpose

I went inside and I said what I wanted

Went to the counter but I got no service

She looked at me like a fry pan reducing

There on the stove I was lost in the simmer

We made her bed, and some eye contact

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