Kristin Hersh — Wild Vanilla lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Wild Vanilla" by Kristin Hersh.

Lyrics

Wild vanilla
Clean dreams downcast eyes
If you lived here you’d been home now and suicidal
That was one striking phone call boy your voice at a fever pitch
And here I thought that you’d just full of white noise called to bitch
You messing with my head makes a terrible noise
Wild vanilla
Clean eyes and grey hair
Cross an ocean and you vague and itchy belong there
You are whizzing past my ears a shit scared domestic god
You make the gypsy in me horny for a flower garden
You messing with my head makes a terrible noise