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Twenty-five the season of dope
Three sheets to the wind like a clothes line rope
He's a spider on the web
She was a tiny woman; heap of sins
Her developing body was just the beginning
She said Is
anybody
out
there?
She was bruised like a cherry
Ripe as a peach
How could he have known
That she was only 15?
And she came to him like a tick on the news
A little blue-eyed soul for his black and blues
It's a new high moon
For the likes of me
Our skin is like grass
Let's smoke it real fast
Is anybody out there?
He was deep like a graveyard, wired like T.V.
And how could he have known
That she'd be down for almost anything
But she was only, only, only 15
My, oh my, you pretty thing
It's about that time
For us to meet
Does your daddy have a shotgun?
He was deep like a graveyard
She was ripe as a peach
And how could he have known
That she was only 15
She was only, only, only 15
She was only, only, only fifteen
- Album:
- Rkives
- Under the Blacklight
- More Adventurous
- The Execution Of All Things
- Take Offs And Landings
- Miscellaneous
- The Initial Friend EP
- Let Me Back In
- Let Me Back In - Single
- Rilo Kiley
- Treats
- The Initial Friend E.P.
- Paste Magazine Sampler #11: Aug-Sep 2004
- Maybe This Christmas Too?
- Devil in the Woods
- 2004-01-09: Live at the Glass House
- Desert Blue
- The Trip: Created by Snow Patrol
- 2005-02-27: Oslo, Norway
- Music From the O.C. Mix 4