I remember her red tanked top
tucked into her Vanderbilt blue jeans
Her eyebrows painted on like arches
of Saint-Louis in the magazines
I’ll wait until iris instilled
I’ll wait until iris instilled
I love your apron heaven of your head
Floating in the motel pool until
all the rooms were cleaned
Imagine angels in the sky
were prettiest I’d ever seen
I’ll wait until iris instilled
I’ll wait until iris instilled
I love your apron heaven of your head
I’ll wait until iris instilled
I’ll wait until iris instilled
I’ll wait until iris instilled
I’ll wait until iris instilled
I love your apron heaven of your head