Little Dipper Lyrics
By the pond, in the waterCatching frogs, in the summerThat formation of the stars, we call Little DipperI'm too busy with my dolls to go down and eat dinnerWarm memories of visits to my mothers (x3)Playing dress up in the closetSniffing through her bindles and bonnetsRunning fast and falling hardSteal the keys and drive real farSleeping through the afternoonWhat's the point in going throughWarm memories of visits to my mothers (x3)And sweet little mind corrupted over timeIt doesn't matter whyI sure couldn't tell you it's fineI could watch you all night longDrinking booze til the break of dawnIf I practice really hardI could be an alcoholic and, wellTake my pain with dignityDon't you think that brave of meAnd I see you're scared of meI would be petrifiedWarm memories of visits to my mothers (x4)Warm memories
Bijou Phillips Little Dipper
