O lovely dont
Lovely dont think your so cleaver
Wrapped up in hopeless endeavors
Ready to pout
Onion your ready to sproutThe money dont
It dont make anything better
Shrinks your soul just like wet leather
Stuck to a cow
And when your luck comes aboutYou can roll
The annuls
Of all timeFrom a scroll
To a bold
Ball of twineThrow it up
To the sun
Watch it igniteO Hopi gal
Dont rely on that dream catcher
To filter out with its feathers
All of your doubt
When that white man comes aboutYour heart will grow
Larger than the Eiffel tower
Pumping blood of Paris flowers
Into the town
Of those non-natives you foundTo be cold
With their old
State of mindYou must buy
Or be sold
To their lieGrab your gun
Little girl
And make things rightConsummate yourself and shake the reigns
Down the bridal path to a safe place
I will meet you there dying in grace
Soak up all the tears off of your face
And watch you disappear without a trace