She makes storms
Out of hours
She makes deserts
Cry out for rain
She makes winter
Pray for summer
But she’s been a friend to me
Her fist have always been Clinched
Her hair has always been red
Her lips have always been red
She’s the realest thing
I’ve ever known
And I’d stand
Out every winter
Just hoping for a look from her
She keeps me happy
And she went down to New Orleans
And bewitched the devil
And she fights
The ghost
She loves the most
But you might not see it
And her fist
Have always been Clinched
And
She’s always been red
But she’s always been real
To me
(Written and performed tonight at 33)
Regarding Samuel 