Hawaiian Baby - Buffalo Tom

This is a picture of Hawaii that you brought me

Santa Claus with a baby that you brought me

Standing by the back screen door watching you wash dishes

Writing love letters to other just for kicks

Moving down on Taylor

Dinner with your father

Looking for a mailbox

Someone’s rolling in the mud

Someone does it just because it’s cool on their skin

This is a picture of a cowboy that he drew me

Letters scrawled across the bottom spell «I love you»

This is a taste of your right ear lobe can’t you hear me

This is a taste of your left elbow don’t you feel it

It’s my heart and it doesn’t fit yours

Graham’s down at the bar teaching hardships

Verlaines, verlaines, verlaines…

Trucker speed and the harm of having loose lips

Six days, Six days…

Sex and cigarettes and slow sad says he

Verlaines, verlaines, verlaines…

Santa Claus with a baby that you brought me

It’s my heart and it doesn’t fit yours

Moving down on Taylor

Dinner with your father

Searching for a mailbox

Someone’s slinging up the mud

Someone does it just because it’s not on their skin