Thumbs Touch Too Much

If I were more like city girls, if I were more like city girls

If I were more like fancy girls

And thanks little bee, think of me

Here's four photographs, just for laughs

My Miss Shipwreck sinks, yes she sings

My Miss Pitchfork pinch, yes she pinch

My Miss Sidewalk slips makes a mess, tickle flesh

When the night doesn't want you and the sounds all surround you

And the steps to the temple are the breasts made of puddles

And if I were more like city girls, if I were more like fancy girls