Wicker Girl

Sit down, shock is better taken with bent knees
Shock is better taken with sugary tea
What you said to me was rotten and nasty
And if I can I’m going to build myself a wicker girl
And fill it with used tissues
When I burn it I will think of you
This house is not a home now that you’re gone
And your hearts no longer welcome in my bed
Blessed is something you’ll always be
Like catholic girls and Scottish malt whiskey
What you do to me is no longer healthy