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letra de bailey - spence hood

my attention she rolls between her thumb
and her index finger
boys, they linger at their own demise
eyes of emerald, like the hems she’s been practising
on goodwill sweaters
now, where’s her parsons letter?

she might not know that i exist
but just wait till i’m a buck fifty
and get that old camino fixed

bailey by design is a someday sort of valentine
and my oh my what a someday that’ll be
bailey takes her time with cream and sugar and the crooked lines
of that note that i know she’ll never read
baby, that’s fine by me
cause while bailey’s stealing peeks between her stitches
i might steal one for myself

thirty seconds, that must be some kinda record
before some lovesick fella asks me
“honey whatcha making?”
can’t you tell, i’m making plans
to dress the world with these two hands
don’t need no man to ‘splain it to me
unless that man’s on laundry duty
maybe when i’m old and rich
(maybe when i’m old)
i might find some hand to hold
but i sure won’t hold my breath

bailey by design is a someday sort of valentine
and my oh my what a someday that’ll be
(someday that’ll be)
bailey takes her time with cream and sugar and the crooked lines
of that note that i know she’ll never read
baby, that’s fine by me
(that’s fine by me)
cause while bailey’s stealing peeks between her stitches
i might steal one for myself

i tell you
bailey by design is a someday sort of valentine
and jam on rye, what a someday that’ll be

don’t ya know that
bailey by design is a someday sort of valentine
and my oh my what a someday that’ll be
bailey takes her time with cream and sugar and the crooked lines
of that note that i know she’ll never read
baby, that’s fine by me
cause while bailey’s stealing peeks between her stitches
(i ain’t got not time for midnight kisses)
i say while bailey’s stealing peeks between her stitches
i might steal one for myself

- spence hood

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