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Coins for the Eyes: 4/4

de Johnny Flynn

We slipped out under cover of champagne
You tried to kiss me by the dollar sale
Instead, I took your hand as we rode around the aisles
Filling up our pockets with aspartame

And your little yellow dress
Made me go ballistic
I begged you not to change it
And you never did
I'm so glad that you
Disappeared when things got bad
And I cut off all my hair

You swore I would stay forever
Pissed in boots and jeans
Pegged at the ankle by the seam
You checked out before I started riding
Could you hear the sirens in your dream?

In your little yellow dress
God, you're so sadistic
You let me underneath it
But now you keep it hid
I'm so glad that you
Disappeared when things got bad
And I cut off all my hair

I still keep my money in a pillow on my bed
Yes, the black dog's still following
You would find it funny
Maybe hysterical
But I still believe in miracles

In your little yellow dress
You thought you were a mystic
You thought you could predict it
But you never could
Your little yellow dress
Made me go ballistic
I never will forget it
And I never should

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