Native belle

Pretending I am a boy
Has proved all too easy
Well I sense some problem near it
It's the kind of smoke that could make us invisible
See the thing is, I haven't seen you lately (okay!)
In the book of working I delve into
I watch you cursing, it reminds me you're angry (alright!)
And we don't smile, I can act right, don't stare

So do you, so do you, so do you
Love me, love me, love me
So do you, so do you, so do you
Love me, love me, love me
So do you, so do you, so do you
Love me, love me, love me
Things'll get better

The words I'm kindred were beneath my wood pen (thank you!)
With the children that could look good in some house paint (that's good!)
I sew my face into a permanent crush high (like you!)
I play with chocolate bars behind the newsstand

So do you, so do you, so do you
Love me, love me, love me
So do you, so do you, so do you
Love me, love me, love me
So do you, so do you, so do you
Love me, love me, love me
Things'll get better

Stumble with me, it's nice in the breeze
Ghosts are all looking for pennies in the trees
And they're weeping, their eyes
Picnic bees are brushing me and brushing me
Then it's over