She's the Strawberry Blonde, I mean the Blonde Strawberry,
A diamond in the rough, she casts her pearls before swine;
Always on the make, pop tart flavored cherry,
Her fate for a taste, a dime at a time.
A scary schizophrenic with a yin yang yen,
Everyday's a holiday; every night will last;
Burning both ends from a never ending stem,
Smoked Glass, go fast; how much can she blast?
She's your sister, she's your mother,
She's your daughter, she's your wife;
She's your lover, just another,
Precious part of your life.
She sows what she reaps, she tends her rock garden,
Wilting wildflower, conscientious neglect;
Later, likely sooner, she'll hit rock bottom,
Sad girl power from the smart and final set.
She's the Strawberry Blonde, I mean the Blonde Strawberry,
A diamond in the rough, she casts her pearls before swine;
Always on the make, pop tart flavored cherry,
Her fate for a taste, a dime at a time.
She's your sister, she's your mother,
She's your daughter, she's your wife;
She's your lover, just another,
Precious part of your life.
credits
from No Place Like Home,
released February 20, 2014
R. Higgins - Guitar, Vocals
Jeff Bond - 12 String Guitar, Vocals
Fish Moody - Bass, Vocals
Eric Toups - Mandolin
Matt Hanson - Drums
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