Cactus

Bowie David

Sitting here wishing on a cement floor 
Just wishing that I had just something you wore 

I put it on when I go lonely 
Will you take off your dress and send it to me? 

I miss your kissin' and I miss your head 
And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead 
Run outside in the desert heat 
Make your dress all wet and send it to me 

I miss your soup and I miss your bread 
And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead 
So spill your breakfast and drip your wine 
Just wear that dress when you're die

D-A-V-I-D

Sitting here wishing on a cement floor 
Just wishing that I had just something you wore 

Bloody your hands on a cactus tree 
Wipe it on your dress and send it to me 

Sitting here wishing on a cement floor 
Just wishing that I had just something you wore


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