If you see the Fire-Eater’s wife
tell her I heard what she said that night
what would this world be like
what would this girl be like
without Nasty girls
without Warm words
without little wounds
Saw the Baker’s wife
she told me
you gotta find The Monkey Tree
heyheyheyheyheyhey

she’s a beauty queen
my sweet bean bag in the street
take it
down out
to the laundry scene
don’t know why she’s in my head
can’t figure what it
is
but I lie again