The Noisy - Morricone

Strung me along like Morricone
We were just two phony cowboys
Whiskey background noise
I was a knock-kneed knockout, naive
Leaving
Now my heart swings more than saloon doors

Because after, hoop skirts fell flat
Wore shooting stars
Hit bars just to bat eyelashes
Strike matches

In my corsets
Am I doing this
Right
Stretched long, thin
Canoodling
Night crier deserted
Your fire stoked by
Somebody else

After all that, hoop skirts fell flat
Wore spurs, smoked backwards
Just to fan
Bad embers
Red vespers
If I knew anything about stars
I'd know collapse from a lantern

To wet my fingers, to put you out
I might have been that black hole
Pulling anything in

Written by:
Sara Mae

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