Decemberists, The - Odalisque Lyrics

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They've come to find you, Odalisque As the light dies horribly On a fire escape you walk All rare and resolved to drop And when they find you, Odalisque They will rend you, terribly Stitch from stitch 'til all Your linen limbs will fall Lazy lady had a baby girl And a sweet it made Raised on pradies, peanut shells and dirt In a railroad cul-de-sac And what do we do with ten baby shoes A kit bag full of marbles and a broken billiard cue? What do we do? What do we do? Fifteen stitches will mend those britches right And them rip them down again Sapling switches will rend those rags alright What a sweet sound it makes And what we do with ten dirty Jews A thirty-ought full of rock salt and a warm afternoon? What do we do? What do we do? Lay your belly under mine Naked under me, under me Such a filthy dimming shine The way you kick and scream, kick and scream And what do we with ten baby shoes A kit bag full of marbles and broken billiard cue? What do we do? What do we do?

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