DBUK - The Columbia Girl lyrics

I love the way you hold yourself When you're holding your banjo I love the way you hold your banjo Cradled between your legs Resting in the crotch of the dress That you did handmake I love the fact that your dress used to hang As the curtain for our kitchen window I don't love the way you took two of my shirts After I asked you to rid the stains You cut and sewed, you restitched As I hemmed and I hawed You used to go into our kitchen And scrub your teeth in the sink You claimed the kitchen is too bright And now your breath stinks I love the scratching that your dress makes As it rubs against the back of your banjo It sounds like one of them hip-hop songs, Kool Moe Dee or Humpty If I could pull it off, I might say "Girl, get jiggy with me" I love the way that your breasts bounce Across the top of your banjo Beating out a rhythm that couples up perfectly With your foul-mouthed song Your complicated rhythm Would make Keith Moon tap along I would love to rest my head Where your banjo's head does lay Our kitchen's window faces south So your [?] keeps me in pain You said "Love, come out of the kitchen" And sing this one with me I goggled and mumbled a wet reply As I spit into the sink Your dress blocks out the light Your skin's turned as white as my teeth I love the way you turn your head when you sing to me Consider it unconscious of how much our love does mean I love the way your songs don't stink Anywhere near your teeth