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She calls it, Sugarcane. 
 And she says, and she says, 
"Oh, but it tastes the same, 
as Heaven", in her throat, as it drains.
 Strips off, her knee high socks. 
Plaid wool skirt, it won't hurt. 
Spreads lipstick, on her
Full wide mouth.
North and south 
painted nails. Reach for a smoke 
She says "why not, go for broke".

Wired, Catholic, all girls school.
You're so cool.
So bored, you know.
I'm not crazed.
And I'm not mad.
I'm just so sick,
of watching pretty girls,
doin' ugly things.
Pretty girls, ugly things.

3 o'clock,
Girls come outa school,
St. Teresa is a nice place for you.
Get in, the car and start to undress.
Your face is quite a pretty mess.
And I just, take your hand.
"How are you today?"
And I'm faced with what you say.
"Hi, mmm fine."
"But I'd be just a little more,"
"if I could get."
"Oh can I get?"
"What I need."
"Oh please, can I get,"
"just a little more?"

You spilled the, tequilla.
You just, laugh and say,
"It was all dead weight,
get us straight."
Mom and dad, away from home.
We're on their bed, in the clear
She calls it, sugarcane.