little sister
her pants are a little baggy,
and her hair's a little greasy,
and she'd much rather drink coffee
than a seventh glass of wine.
her voice is small and nervous,
and her silence is the chorus
to her timid conversations,
crossed-legged all the time.
call me little sister
and i'll answer you forever.
just call me though i'm quiet,
and let me go when i'm done.
and her hair's a little greasy,
and she'd much rather drink coffee
than a seventh glass of wine.
her voice is small and nervous,
and her silence is the chorus
to her timid conversations,
crossed-legged all the time.
call me little sister
and i'll answer you forever.
just call me though i'm quiet,
and let me go when i'm done.