Thin White Rope Disney Girl
We both know the moonlight's just blue filters on the
daylight
But we don't go south anymore cause backroads echo
phantom saws
You are my disney girl, too many fingers for your world
We should go in white, top down, see quiet streets in
tiny towns
Love in swamp-cooled Bates motels, your tailfin glasses,
scarves as well
You are my disney girl, too many fingers for your world
