She smoked cigarette butts she found on the ground
Kept company with a three legged hound
Had an old sewing machine in her car\'s back seat
Tied faded ribbons around the toes of her feet
Her hair long and grey was tangled in a knot
Cooked all her food in one rusty pot
Her smile was a stained picket fence
Burnt coffee grounds in place of incense
Told the weather by the ants, talked to the plants
Grinned as she sang with the wind, naked in the rain danced
I think her name was Kris but I just called her sis
Drank her beer warm as piss, gave me my first French kiss