Native Belle

Pretending I am a worm Has proved all too easy Well I sense some problem [?] It's the kind of smoke that could make us invisible See the things, I haven't seen you lately In the purple that I dove into Which is a version of my [?] And your asthma can [?] still So do you, so do you, so do you Love me, love me, love me So do you, so do you, so do you Love me, love me, love me So do you, so do you, so do you Love me, love me, love me Things'll get better The words I'm kindred with like [?] With the children that could make us a house [?] I sew my face into a permanent crush high I play with [?] behind the newsstand So do you, so do you, so do you Love me, love me, love me So do you, so do you, so do you Love me, love me, love me So do you, so do you, so do you Love me, love me, love me Things'll get better So, it's nice in the breeze Ghosts are all looking for pennies in the trees Picnic [?] are brushing me and brushing me It is over