kristin hersh
a loon
Some store I'm not going back there any more Wandered in don't think I'll do that again No I don't think I'll do that again.  I swear you look at me cross-eyed And I don't know what to do No I don't know what to do crazy loon.  There's a room in his pallet There's a pillow for his head Sees an offshoot in his bottle When he wants to see me dead Heirlooms a loon. Never thought I'd see that silly grin Never thought I'd see that fool again Never thought I'd like that lunatic.  Nothing left to dance around What a hero What a black and blue bird What a loon a loon What a loon a loon.