We make steam
Drawing in the shower
Dogs on the glass
A face and an ass
From the dampness of power

From the failures that we'll be in an hour
There's slow times
I miss your red pens
Correcting my sins
You put my head in a spin

Then you'd flirt me right out
Oh, the kestrel has its eyes on you
Hey, hey
I've been meaning to say
Hey, hey
Present me my dower

And I'll still lift up my feather
That's how far l'll go
Our feet in the mud
Catching otters all slick
By the sunset, we had them

Dancing our tricks, you know
For my sins, you were
My one polished orb
My sister in braille
On the top bunk in jail

The songs you were, you were
Hey, hey
I've been meaning to say
Oh, hey, hey
Present me my dower

With a bouquet of flowers
Darling, pick me a rose
I will paint your face from the corner
Pull your drink
And hope the door falls open
Oh, I will paint
Your face on the corner
Oh, pull your drink and push the door
Wide open