Little Annie has a yellow bag Given to her by her sometime Dad who would say “It’ll keep the ghosts away” Silver bangles and a popped balloon Ruby lipstick and a postcard of the moon[…]

Look at you with your bitter pen And your pocketful of names I’m sorry that your Daddy’s dead But you’re a bastard all the same Put your mouth where your money is Put a bullet[…]

I wanna pack it all in – Pack up and go to sea Wind down like Huckleberry Finn Sleep in a poplar tree Time I gave my mind a rest Wanna feel some of that[…]

Tall and pretty in skinny blue jeans You’re the kind of boy I’d like to be Your kiss is sweeter than fizzy pink wine You look better in my fishnets than me My narrow man[…]