Grey Gardens by Agent Ribbons Lyrics

Violets and dandelions
Growing like weeds in the garden
Where they yonder past the yard lines

Ladies passing might just say that they look fine
Catholic girls with golden tickets come out grinning from the thickets
How her face beamed bright at you like a mirror
Don't fall through your garden
It's still growing here

I hear your music through the walls
Songs from long ago
Sweetly play those records
As you have always known
A carousel of memories
Spinning in the dark
Take a turn around once more
Before it falls apart