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On the Vermont Transit bus, I leaned my arm into a little chink of sun
Goin' somewhere older than I was
Strapped into somethin' tight, keepin' me small
I dug into you like rock climbing
Too scared of comin' down
Too scared of goin' up
Too scared of rock face
I should've split my sides or spilled my guts or hit you or something
But I was good
And your father's little pancake, so round and perfect
And me sittin' up too straight
Laughin' in wrong places
Kissin' you
Kissin' up
Kissin' too soon
Ooh, when the cock crows
When the mornin' comes, where will I go?
Ooh, when the cock crows
When the love is gone, where will I go?
And when you got me pregnant, I stopped the party
And I stopped the typewriter, and I
Stopped your dumb ball game in the red barn
And I stopped your father and bled instead
And I felt the lie
Oh, somethin' sticky on the inside
A bitter wind in my throat
Oh, stoppin' me wantin' in my stomach
My head
And you said
Sugar, sugar
You couldn't come, come
Sugar, sugar
Without your mother, mother
Sugar, sugar
You couldn't taste it
Sugar, sugar
In my throat
Ooh, when the cock crows
When the mornin' comes, where will I go?
Ooh, when the cock crows
When the love is gone, where will I go?
Sugar, sugar
You couldn't come, come
Sugar, sugar
Without your mother, mother
Sugar, sugar
You couldn't taste it
Sugar, sugar
In my throat
You couldn't, you couldn't taste it
You, you, you couldn't taste it
Ooh, when the cock crows
When the mornin' comes, where will I go?
Ooh, when the cock crows
When the love is gone, where will I go?