Hey girl what were you loading up on?
Cold. . . so cold . . . she sweats like Florida in June
White flesh oh she's bright like last month's moon
rock me in the box with the panels of tunes
swing me in your arms deprived of strength
hold me in your cold cotton arms. . . hit by a drought
sing to me in that sweet numb voice, just let it out
your face is drooping, your feet are dragging
but baby you look so devoted
however high, however loaded
i know you will always be able to
swing me in your arms deprived of strength
hold me in your cold cotton arms
. . . hit by drought . . .
sing to me in your sweet numb voice
baby go on, let it all SLURR out