Bijou Phillips - Little Dipper Lyrics

By the pond, in the water, catching frogs, in the summer
That formation of the stars, we call Little Dipper
I'm too busy with my dolls to go down and eat dinner

Warm memories of visits to my mothers
Warm memories of visits to my mothers
Warm memories of visits to my mothers

Playing dress up in the closet
Sniffing through her bindles and bonnets
Running fast and falling hard

Steal the keys and drive real far
Sleeping through the afternoon
What's the point in going through

Warm memories of visits to my mothers
Warm memories of visits to my mothers
Warm memories of visits to my mothers

And sweet little mind corrupted over time
It doesn't matter why, I sure couldn't tell you it's fine

I could watch you all night long
Drinking booze til the break of dawn
If I practice really hard
I could be an alcoholic and, well

Take my pain with dignity
Don't you think that brave of me?
And I see you're scared of me
I would be petrified

Warm memories of visits to my mothers
Warm memories of visits to my mothers
Warm memories of visits to my mothers
Warm memories of visits to my mothers
Warm memories