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I am a 28-year-old woman that lives in the desert.


"Sulphur To Sugarcane"

By Elvis Costello

It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane
Everywhere I travel the pretty girls call my name
I give them a squeeze and they shoot me a wink
I buy their hard-headed husbands a long cool drink
You better come up smelling sweet 'cos you're a long time stinking
It's a little too late to complain
It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane

Now if you catch my eye and you find that it runs down your leg
It's like striking a match pretty hard upon a powder keg
They tell you from the borders to the waters of the gulf
If you take all the sugar you will end up in the sulphur
And you're burning
Hello baby I'm pleased to meet you
I wouldn't do you wrong, honey
I wouldn't cheat you, honey
When can I see you again?
Wrap you up in cellophane
It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane

It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane
When your eyes fill up with brine
'Cause you're drowning in wine
It's like the last days of Rome
With the despots and divine
And there's no place like home for a little doll from China
It's a little too late to complain
It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane

You can go west to Texas
Go east to Mississippi
You can run out of money
You can run out of pity
Throw open your purse until you're crying for mercy
Go to Alabama
Escape Louisiana
I'm digging like a miner North and South Carolina
And then if you continue you will end up in Virginia

The women in Poughkeepsie
Take their clothes off when they're tipsy
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But in Albany, New York
They love the filthy way I talk
Until they gargle with the finest champagne
They can't get the grape and the grain
It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane

It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane
If I could find a piano
Here in Bloomington, Indiana
I would play it with my toes
Until the girls all take their clothes off
The women knock upon my door in odd and even numbers
But none of them as wild as I've discovered in Columbus
I gave up married women 'cause I heard it was a sin
But now I'm back in Pittsburgh, I might take it up again
Because they gargle with the finest champagne
They can't get the grape and the grain
It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane

It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane
Up in Syracuse
I was falsely accused
But I'm not here to hurt you
I'm here to steal your virtue
Down in Bridgeport
The women will kill you for sport
But in Worcester, Massachusetts
They love my sauce

The women in Poughkeepsie
Take their clothes off when they're tipsy
But I hear in Ypsilanti
They don't wear any panties
Once they gargle with the finest champagne
They hitch up their skirts and exclaim
It's not very far, sugar
It's not very far, sugar
Pour a little sugar on me, sugar
It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane








Here are some facts about me so you can get to know me more.

Things I Like:

Bob Dylan
Anything the color violet
Flowers
Nature
Animals
Babies
Rock and Roll
Artists
Naturalists
Sweet People
Bitchy people
Espresso
Swimming
Google
Fortune Cookies
True Friends
My Family
Spearhead
(Michael Franti)
Watching Movies
Riding my bicycle
Women
Diane Arbus
Photography
NIN
Bobby Darin
Hair color
Nerd Style
Nail Polish
The Woods
Tattoos
Sewing
Stuffed Animals
My Car
Mirrors
Marbles
Small objects
Huge metal sculptures
old style Jazz/Jazz clubs
The city
Old fabrics
Antiques
Poetry
Sensitive sweet people
Mr. Brooks
Gay Rights
Animal Rights
Dancing, even though I need help! *lol
Life
Roses
And God..whatever that may be to you.

I hoped you enjoyed getting to know me, feel free to share your interests with me also.

On a final note. Please do not use my poetry without my permission. If you ask me, for the most part, I will agree. Thank you for reading my poetry. Daina