Wild Vanilla Lyrics
Kristin Hersh Wild Vanilla
Wild vanilla Clean dreams downcast eyes If you lived here you'd been home now and suicidal That was one striking phone call boy your voice at a fever pitch And here I thought that you'd just full of white noise called to bitch
You messing with my head makes a terrible noise
Wild vanilla Clean eyes and grey hair Cross an ocean and you vague and itchy belong there You are whizzing past my ears a shit scared domestic god You make the gypsy in me horny for a flower garden
You messing with my head makes a terrible noise
You messing with my head makes a terrible noise
Wild vanilla Clean eyes and grey hair Cross an ocean and you vague and itchy belong there You are whizzing past my ears a shit scared domestic god You make the gypsy in me horny for a flower garden
You messing with my head makes a terrible noise
