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Your brother got bird lice
From a feather he fixed with a bobby pin
That's a small price to pay
For the privilege of being the indian

He said I'll be your friend
If you give me a dollar a day

In the picture she posed
On the car hood in lipstick and underpants
The very same evening that she
Was crowned queen of the harvest dance

She said I'll make you king
If you give me a dollar a day

Lonesome sinner lonesome saint
Make me a winner or is it too late

In the bright light she looks
Like a girl you remember from summer camp
Who reached through your rib cage and
Tore out your heart with a postage stamp

She said I was your girl
When you gave me a dollar a day
Your brother got bird lice   From a feather he fixed with a bobby pin   That's a small price to pay   For the privilege of being the indian      He said I'll be your friend   If you give me a dollar a day      In the picture she posed   On the car hood in lipstick and underpants   The very same evening that she   Was crowned queen of the harvest dance      She said I'll make you king   If you give me a dollar a day      Lonesome sinner lonesome saint   Make me a winner or is it too late      In the bright light she looks   Like a girl you remember from summer camp   Who reached through your rib cage and   Tore out your heart with a postage stamp      She said I was your girl   When you gave me a dollar a day