Testo di Thérèse

I go see Thérèse dreamin' She's stretchin' out her sore shoulder Leanin' back, eyes closed, reachin' up She is wishin' she was older Dreamin' of an Appaloosa Saddled up, ridin' out of town Dreamin' of a Shelby Cobra Diggin' her tires in the ground Bleeding, bringing in a New Year's mess Unaware of the stain on her dress It's tactless, it's a test It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse White kitten in the corner Obscene, it really says it all Milk matches her undеrwear And get her down, takе her off the wall She dreams of Marlon in Austin Their bodies tangled in a net She thinks of him every so often When she feels like a space cadet She empathizes with your feelings She's more interested in ceilings It's tactless, it's a test It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse It's tactless, it's a test It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse She reminds me of memories Sleeping off the growing pains We were sea anemones Spelling out each other's names Whispering inside our red house While the adults were a-sleeping I guess Thérèse was just for me A quiet I keep on keeping Thérèse does not belong to you The horses, cars and cowboys do It's tactless, it's a test It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse It's tactless, it's a test It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse It's tactless, it's a test It's just Thérèse It's tactless, it's a test It's just Thérèse