Sitting here wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that i had just something you wore I put it on when i go lonely Will you take off your dress and send it to me? I miss your kissin' and i miss your head And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead Run outside in the desert heat Make your dress all wet and send it to me I miss your soup and i miss your bread And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead So spill your breakfast and drip your wine Just wear that dress when you dine P-I-X-I-E-S Sitting here wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that i had just something you wore Bloody your hands on a cactus tree Wipe it on your dress and send it to me Sitting here wishing on a cement floor Just wishing that i had just something you wore