It is not my fault
you see, this heart...

I have all this love;
here, in the palm of my hand...

I wish the sky would sprinkle
her morning dew...

You are such strange fruit, oblong and fuzzy
with a purple belly and...

Your eyes
squint lustful glares...

Make-up
disguises spots...

Mother nature, a very kind friend of mine.
She once came to me and said...

I am in stupid love,
a fish out of water...

I'm just a country girl
searching for some truth...

I'm leaving 29
with a few scars...

If love were a star;
I'd wish it to...

Who, who, who
braids words in her hair...