Miss Spiritual Tramp Lyrics

It was a drive by
Columbian necktie
And I'm glad to see
You're doing well

They brought you flowers
And stay for hours
And as I drifted
In and out of sleep

I saw a vision
That I must repeat
She had a sweet tooth
A kiss and tell phone booth

And her lips were like
A hairpin turn
And her eyes were full
Of crash and burn

The kids on fire
A broken nosed liar
And as they pushed
The pillow in my face

I got a wiff
Of all your tasteless ways