Paroles de Little Dipper

By the pond, in the water Catching frogs, in the summer That formation of the stars, we call Little Dipper I'm too busy with my dolls to go down and eat dinner Warm memories of visits to my mothers (x3) Playing dress up in the closet Sniffing through her bindles and bonnets Running fast and falling hard Steal the keys and drive real far Sleeping through the afternoon What's the point in going through Warm memories of visits to my mothers (x3) And sweet little mind corrupted over time It doesn't matter why I sure couldn't tell you it's fine I could watch you all night long Drinking booze til the break of dawn If I practice really hard I could be an alcoholic and, well Take my pain with dignity Don't you think that brave of me And I see you're scared of me I would be petrified Warm memories of visits to my mothers (x4) Warm memories