The Triskets in Her Eyes

from by D. Sticker Ensemble

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She's the one I had to call. Oh, it's been so long.
And it's true what they say, the bread goes stale if you wait.

But she know's what she's about
And she dont like any of that small talk
So I told her right away.
You see I laid it on the line
Cause it was high time
Because I could see... because I can see

I can see the triskets in your eye's (repeat)

And when I was done, I heard her breathe through the phone
(she thought I was done)
And then I dont know why, I started to cry.

She didn't know what to do
She didn't know what to say
So I hung up the phone, uh-hu
And I knew I had to call her mother the very next day and say

HEY! I can see the triskets in her eye's (repeat)
(Your daughter is mine, I want her.
Give her to me now, she's no longer yours)

She's driving me crazy with silence and maybe's and wont name our baby.
Stroking the "C", diminish the "D", minor the "E", then back to the "B".

She worships the pages of gospels and fables, the wedding was simple.
We're saving our time, by playing it straight, where use-to-be's aren't what they aint.

The tongue dips and cradles in succulent navels, and forming a ladel.
Outside the vagina we all get scared, but nobody came, when nobody feared.

They loved me in Vegas, the prostitue paid me, by having my baby.
Look in the eye to the back of the mind, for motive inside or something to hide.

She's pushing the pages, and learning new phrases, it's all for the wages.
I dont know what she's trying to say, it's gotta fit in, and sound like a phrase.

I'm stuffing burritos, inside of my speedo, to impress my in-laws.
No time to be shy, soup, salad and wine, eat a main course and then we all die.


from Seasons of Sticker (2008), released January 1, 2008
Written by D. Sticker and performed by D. Sticker Ensemble.


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