Turtleneck

Oh my mother, let your daughter dance with me

I'd like to spin her wild around the cottonwood tree

There's something about her eyes, I think her roots are rotten

This must be the reason she wears her hair up in knots, oh no

This is so embarrassing, ah, we're pissing fits

Crying on our doorsteps in t-shirts loose and ripped

Some of them so out of style, I cannot save them

They'll just get whatever my salvation gave them

Keep the weed next to the bed

Light the water, check for lead

Dim the lights a little lower

Hide your backbone, shrug your shoulders

Give the gift that fits your head

You have to get this turtleneck

The poor, they leave their cellphones in the bathrooms of the rich

And when they try to turn them off, everything they switch to

Is just another man in shitty suits everybody's cheering for

This must be the genius we've been waiting years for, oh no

This is so embarrassing, ah, we're pissing fits

Crying on our doorsteps in t-shirts loose and ripped

Some of them so out of style, I cannot save them

They'll just get whatever my salvation gave them

Keep the weed next to the bed

Light the water, check for lead

Dim the lights a little lower

Hide your backbone, shrug your shoulders

Give the gift that fits your head

You have to get this turtleneck

Keep the weed next to the bed

Light the water, check for lead

Dim the lights a little lower

Hide your backbone, shrug your shoulders

Give the gift that fits your head

You have to get this turtleneck