Pixies

Pixies
Cactus

Sitting here wishing on the cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore

I put it on when I go lonely
Will you take off your dress and send it to me?

I miss your kissin' and I miss your head
And a let up in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
Run outside in the desert heat
Make your dress all wet and send it to me

I miss your soup and I miss your bread
And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
So spill your breakfast and drip your wine
Just wear that dress when you dine

Sitting here wishing on the cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore

Bloody your hands on a cactus tree
Wipe it on your dress and send it to me

Sitting here wishing on the cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore

Pegasus

Submitted by Pegasus at Fri 19 Dec, 2008 10:44 am

Author: ?
Composer: ?
Publisher: ?
Language: English
Available on: Surfer Rosa (1988)

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