If I were more like city girls   If I were more like city girls   If I were more like fancy girls   And thanks little bee   Think of me   Here's four photographs   Just for laughs   My miss shipwreck sinks   Yes she sings   My miss pitchfork pinch   Yes she pinch   My miss sidewalk slips   Makes a mess   Tickle flesh   When the night doesn't want you   And the sounds all surround you   And the steps to the temple   Are the breasts made of puddles   And if I were more like city girls   If I were more like fancy girls   And all my thumbs touch too much