I was waiting on a sign you see,
This trailer park grew dark and bleak,
I'm surprised you want a damaged girl like me,
You could've had the girl from Queens,
The girl from sunny Santa Monica green,
My love why'd you choose me?
Dull my nauseous heart,
With diazepam my darling doctor,
Make me strong and make me stand,
You are my only Rock-erfeller.
Take me to the islands, Elvis, Hawaiian, Suntanned, shock of hair.
Sing me to sleep like mom used to do,
I can hear you calling out my name,
Across the crystalline blue,
The caressing deep, the turquoise hues.
Sing me to sleep, your guitar strings echo,
Like waves through the strings,
Of my intoxicated heart.
Father please forgive us our trespasses,
Grant that I will see this through,
And give us our bread,
And wine in our glasses,
Elvis is dead,
And I'll be strong but I'll be wed,
Or I'll die soon.
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Trailer Park Queen
PoetryThis is the story of a girl who broke free from a trailer-park life - and found love in a dark place - a girl who believed in the country America used to be, the glory and magic of the open road and the joy of being a teenager on the run from the la...
