Joanna Newsom

We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
you seem markedly more
and I'm oozing suprise.
But it's late in the day
and you're well on your way
what was golden went gray
and I'm suddenly shy.
And the gathering floozies
afford to be choosy
and all sneezing darkly
in the dimming divide.
I have read the right books
to interpret your looks
you were knocking me down
with the palm of your eye.
Go Na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na
This was unlike the story
it was written to be