Vic Chesnutt Ladle Lyrics

Ladle Lyrics

you file me with the libertines
I fold in line
my monthly dole of
magazines
beaming bistro shine

in my ladle is your plum
and my
daily staple of your cutesy crumbs
of your cutesy falling crumbs

I
saw you at the snazzy din-din
you made me sad that I watched
I must say
you truly packed 'em in
nearly dearly debauched

in my ladle is your
plum
and my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs
of your cutesy falling
crumbs

in my ladle is your plum
and my daily staple of your cutesy
crumbs
of your cutesy falling crumbs