will you miss me my dear   and my wild wiLd hair      maybe love is underwater   and i am caught on the rocks   i am not your enemy's daughter   i see your mind it blocks      take me through   the pot-luck romance   drug me up on cardboard wine   cOme undress me   call me someone else's name      we could fuck to wheel of fortune   be the Vanna feminists   dress me up in sparkly skins   you could be the prince of it      will you miss me my dear   and my wild wild hair      sorrys are like promises   thEy get bigger every time   they grow like weeds and laundry   and they infect my mind      we talk hotels   we talk whiSkey   under water   over thinking      we could be the wind   we could be the wheels   we could jump right in   we cOuld be the fields      there's a well inside of me   throw a penny iN   and watch me cry   i was raised on a dead end street   and the only end is Goodbye      will you miss me my dear   and my wild wild hair