Vic Chesnutt - 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