you're number eight, your name is jane, with black hair, braids, and black lines around your eyes
i want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
pigtails and freckles, braces on your teeth, who would have thought they'd become so sublime? i would have thought, for i thought so all the time
you get a gun and name it after a girlfriend
when i’m in the middle of a dream, stay in bed, float up stream
she wore a raspberry beret, the kind you find in a secondhand store, she wore a raspberry beret, and if it was warm she wouldn't wear much more