Iris, Instilled

I remember her red tank top

Tucked into her Vanderbilt blue jeans

Her eyebrows painted on like arches of

St Louis in the magazines

I'll wait until Iris instilled

I'll wait until Iris instilled

Hell of our heaven

Or heaven of your hell son

...

Flooding in the motel pool until

All the rooms were clean

Imagine angels in the sky were

Prettiest I'd ever seen

I'll wait until Iris instilled

I'll wait until Iris instilled

Hell of our heaven

Or heaven of your hell son

I'll wait until Iris instilled

I'll wait until Iris instilled

I'll wait until Iris instilled

I'll wait until Iris instilled

Hell of our heaven

Or heaven of your hell son

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