Your brother got bird lice
From a feather he fixed with a bobby pin
That's a small price to pay
For the privilege of being the indianHe said I'll be your friend
If you give me a dollar a dayIn the picture she posed
On the car hood in lipstick and underpants
The very same evening that she
Was crowned queen of the harvest danceShe said I'll make you king
If you give me a dollar a dayLonesome sinner lonesome saint
Make me a winner or is it too lateIn the bright light she looks
Like a girl you remember from summer camp
Who reached through your rib cage and
Tore out your heart with a postage stampShe said I was your girl
When you gave me a dollar a day
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