If I were more like city girls
If I were more like city girls
If I were more like fancy girls
And thanks little bee

Think of me
Here's four photographs
Just for laughs
My miss shipwreck sinks

Yes she sings
My miss pitchfork pinch
Yes she pinch
My miss sidewalk slips

Makes a mess
Tickle flesh
When the night doesn't want you
And the sounds all surround you

And the steps to the temple
Are the breasts made of puddles
And if I were more like city girls
If I were more like fancy girls

And all my thumbs touch too much

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Writer(s): Devendra Banhart