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