Climbing for coconuts
Musical shells
We never shot the smoke signal
We watched Amelia Earhart fly on by
And refused the talking dolphins that offered us a ride
We just beat each other up
And made constant love
You couldn't tell the difference
Best friends or remembrance
We ambushed the doves
And made jewelry out of pearls
I was homecoming queen
Never did get over that, being a whore
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