Vanilla

Vanilla
( Pretty Deep 7" )
She strolled into my backyard
Drinking wine from a dixie cup
Like you would
Showed her past my playing cards
Laid it down and I pick it up to see
What am i made of
What am I made of
Water, guts, and blood
And she looks just like my mother
When my mother was a swinger
And she laughs just like a young John Wayne
And she'd smell just like vanilla
If vanilla weren't so sweet
'Cause she's salt and starch and everything harsh
And I think I'm falling with her
And that's what I'm made of
Oh so now that I'm in love
Sinking in your bathtub
And I know I'm not coming up
Flashing in your snagteeth
A vision of my day with you
What am i made of
What am I made of
Water, guts, and blood
And she looks just like my mother
When my mother was a swinger
And she laughs just like a young John Wayne
And she'd smell just like vanilla
If vanilla weren't so sweet
'Cause she's salt and starch and everything harsh
And I think I'm falling with her
And that's what I'm made of
Oh so now that I'm in love
There's a reason why you live
There's a reason why you live