Desert shadows creep across purple sands. Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans. There, silhouetted under and eastern star, I see my long lost blossom of shalimar You, Misirlou, Are the moon and the sun, fairest one. Old temple bells are calling

See me winnin', now they wanna stop me Came from nothin', now we fuckin' flossin' I feel great, these people think I'm awesome Lil' baby, why you fraudin'? Plant my seed, watch me grow a garden Save your breath, I don't do the arguin' We done came up, we

Shot reverse shot Look what the other got Drop the anchor make it stop Infinity figure eight Figure out what you're not Junk-an a po, cut your loss Come to cut your corners off You're the rock and I'm the paper You're the scissors I'm the rock

I'm collapsed, about to burn The open road is what I need to breathe freely The pressure is endless The tension is pounding Life change after life change It's too much for me to take While mourning the loss I am forced to celebrate Celebrate new life,

Heart still beating for the cause Soul still feeding on the loss Limbs are aching from the rush You are fading from my sight Break of morning, coldness lingers on

Security, yeah They tell me That you're the one for me How can I forget? Security, yeah yeah I want some security I want security, yeah Without it I'm at a great loss

Dreaming of revelry What a night for a dance, you know I'm a dancing machine With the fire in my bones, and the sweet taste of kerosene I get lost in the light, so high don't wanna come down To face the loss of the good thing, that I have found In the

Comin' down that railroad track And get some sand in my shoes She's the fastest train on the line Look a-yonder comin' Hey, look a-yonder comin' It's the Orange Blossom Special Bringin' my baby back Well, I'm going down to Florida Or maybe Californy

Too much, three much Four much, five much, too much for you I'm too much of a woman Too much of a bad ass bitch Too much of a boss, baby, it's your loss Now you gotta live with it Baby, baby, baby You know I'm more than just a girl That you can meet

And I know you know I'm not the one I could never be like you I don't ever talk like that Smiling with a sparkling drink And stumbling in your lipstick mess Molly was the loss of this Yeah, it was a tragedy