Guns & Dolls - Chris Whitley

Slow neurosis

Lay awaiting the cousin to come

Got my mouth all around her

?Neath the blanket where the world is run

Now you take the weed in your hungry hand sister

All in need of the naked man that

Can’t get over

Guns and dolls all around this room

You can’t get over

Guns and dolls any afternoon

Now the wind know no one

When she carve your face up and down my arm

Get my eyes wide open

For one moment I know we can do no wrong

But I, I see you there as you pull me down

Like there’s so much promise in any playground

And I can’t get over

Guns and dolls all around this room

I can’t get over

Guns and dolls all afternoon

Bit my lip off, broken road where you

Slip your tongue to the hard and cold

Where we make them deals

With these naked myths

Break me, mama

From the ties of the kitsch romance

Got to ride me over

All these lies of deliverance

I can’t get over

Can’t get over

Well, I can?

t control it

Can’t get over