Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coyote, artist - Jenny Owen Youngs.
Date of issue: 09.04.2007
Song language: English
Coyote |
Well, you’re traipsing up and down my backyard. |
Guess you caught a duck, |
Digging through my trashcans |
With that white rope tied around your neck. |
You mistake me for some Southern goddess, |
Some Delta girl done wrong, |
But I’m fixin' to knock through whatever I have to |
To stay silent and get gone. |
One, two, three. |
I hate me. |
There’s no one else who I know how to be. |
Four, five, six. |
Oh, your body makes me sick, |
But don’t take it away from me just yet. |
There’s no one I can think of |
That I can stand less than you. |
Don’t you want to touch my hands before you go? |
I think I’m confused. |
I can feel my food digesting, |
And I’m begging it to cease. |
Oh, my stomach’s crushed against my lungs |
And — yeah, oh yeah — oh, pushing at my seams, |
But I see the way you eye me up |
Like a chunk of meat, like a chunk of meat gone bad, |
Like you’re wishing I was something still worth having. |
You can go ahead, go ahead and have. |
One, two, three. |
I still hate me. |
There’s no one else who I know how to be. |
Four, five, six. |
Oh, your body makes me sick. |
Don’t take it away from me just yet. |
There’s no I can think of |
That I can stand less than you. |
Don’t you want to touch my hand before you go? |
I think I’m confused. |