I go see Thérèse dreaming
She's stretching out her sore shoulder
Leaning back, eyes closed, reaching up
She's wishing she was older
Dreaming of an appaloosa
Saddled up, riding out of town
Dreaming of a Shelby cobra
Digging her tires in the ground
Bleeding, bringing in a new year's mess
Unaware of the stain on her dress
It's tactless, its a test
It's just Thérèse
It's just Thérèse
White kitten in the corner
Obscene
It really says it all
Milk matches her underwear
Get her down
Take her off the wall
She dreams of Marlon in Austin
Their bodies tangled in a net
She thinks of him every so often
When she feels like a space cadet
She empathizes with your feelings
She's more interested in the ceilings
It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse
It's just Thérèse
It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse
It's just Thérèse
She reminds me of memories
Sleeping off the growing pains
We were see anemones
Spelling out each others names
Whispering inside our red house
While the adults were a-sleeping
I guess Thérèse is just for me
A quiet I keep on keeping
Thérèse does not belong to you
The horses, cars, and cowboys do
It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse
It's just Thérèse
It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse
It's just Thérèse
It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse
It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse
" Therese by Robin Buckley/Maya Hawke "
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hi it's Robin
Randomthis a picture of Robin ( me I also released some music I'll give the names of them ( the songs are Maya hawke's but since.shes my portrayer I'll say it's mine
