one day they'll all say tiffanie

and you'll find out
just what
they were all not talking about, know just what they were never saying didn't know they should and it will be twelve trades for a smile, a penny a page, and so on and so forth, but what's your -twenty- now?

where do they hide those creatures like you we never talk about never knew we could, and i'll ask them, keep on making mental notes of everything you said and wondering when
you'll say it
to someone else
and it'll get back to me

and i'll ask, they'll say what they soon will all be saying, and i'll know that's how it happened.

some things are coming like acid-rain thunderstorms and you'll be
you'll be one of them
and they'll all say, all say she's cool as fuck cool as fuck they'll say and
everyone will know it's true or wish they knew.

oneday they'll all say tiffanie and there won't be anything else to wonder about, nothing else to think they're leaving out
and then you'll have to wonder, how many of these are about you, how many of these things dance out when i'm looking at pictures you've taken or thinking about something you said or did that cracked me up or set me off and i'll be all tangeants and going on and on and on until you break until you fall down and they'll all say tiffanie, yeah, she's cooler than the underside of my pillow, she's crazy as mad-dog in heat sometimes and sweet like a dream about models and everyone's a belly dancer for lost souls, but she can do it right. she can do it right.

one day they'll all say tiffanie and i'll know it's coming on.

2003-05-31 | 11:12 p.m.
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