Slim Cessna's Auto Club - Red Pirate Of The Prairie

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The cramp that keeps my knees pinned to my chest is here to stay
I pout my lower lip to a cherub’s width I need sympathy
I’m not light of heart below my red skin and both vengeance lays
I stand stiff and straight, a schoolboy’s pose, it’s your man they’d say
Blame the red pirate of the prairie
I got a scent that comes with my skin, it makes your brow furrow
I introduce your smile you taught to me, slow and formal
You grab me by my scalp, scrub to rid my smell, cleanse your garage portholes
You quit me of your grip, strike a regal pose, and claim my life alone
Blame the red pirate of the prairie
You wonder at the coin pierced through my nose, I blush a deeper red
I say it’s tradition, you say not no more, as you shake your head
I wear your second-hands that you hand me down, a cover I can’t shed
I should be thankful for your heartfelt
When I drive you home, I open your back door, say «Sir, goodnight»
I scratch and crawl while you’re in your bed and I ignite my light
Searching where you sat, claim all your loose change, whisper «It's my right»
Then I fall asleep, my bed’s your backseat, doors make it tight
Blame the red pirate of the prairie