Ladle Songtext / Lyric

you file me with the libertines

I fold in line

my monthly dole of magazines

beaming bistro shine



in my ladle is your plum

and my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs

of your cutesy falling crumbs






I saw you at the snazzy din-din

you made me sad that I watched

I must say you truly packed 'em in

nearly dearly debauched



in my ladle is your plum

and my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs

of your cutesy falling crumbs



in my ladle is your plum

and my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs

of your cutesy falling crumbs