You’re gonna find her in a field
Probably over by a lake
Sniffing underneath a bush
Life could never be so straight
Now she’s in the city streets
What I call my city girl
Panting in this goddamn heat
Before we leave she starts to twirl
Chloe’s eyes
They don’t tell
What is wrong
But she knows
She ain’t home
Yes, she meets me right outside
Shakes it off at the front door
Making sure the coast is clear
Before she sleeps on my tile floor
We’re using hands as pillows now
We throw it right back on the shelf
She wouldn’t use us anyway
If we tried to lend our help
Chloe’s eyes
They don’t tell
What is wrong
But she knows
She ain’t home
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