Sally and the Tyre

She held out her hand

Gave me a pocketful of leaves

Then ran, started her car

Her face was red and lazy

(Shit, is she angry?)

Well, me, I was just there

My teacup in hand, all hazy

And she sped off in a hot-pink Jeep

Down Three Mile Hill

I can hear her screaming

Like la, la da dee da

La da dee da, da da da da

La, la da dee da

La da dee da, da da da da

Ooh, oh

Oh, you're far too cold for me

Oh, you're far too cold for me

Oh, she's mean, mean like a cat

Late in the night, you might not hear her

And she's dark, dark as a rose

Unlit black, all dim and brooding

I'm not ready for her bright blue eyes

Crazy as the sky, a palm string paradise

So just take your stance outside

Bring it to life and then take me home

Oh, you're far too cold for me

Oh, you're far too cold for me