The beaches of Florida never looked so pretty,
but I’m trying not to think about the mess I’m getting in.
We’ll sit by the riverside and point out our flaws.
I’m not quick to judge, but I am The Law

As they call in the press they’ll sing, “they don’t even know.”

I dried up the village that grew the plantains.
There’s nothing else to do with Lanteigne on your brain.
I’ve been praying for easy lies.
Tiny fixations take up my time.

Skipping, holding hands.
I’ll hold your hand if you promise to call me your man.

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