Iris, Instilled

I remember her red tank top
Tucked into her Vanderbilt blue jeans
Her eyebrows painted on like arches of
St. Louis in the magazines
I’ll wait until, Iris instilled
I’ll wait until, Iris instilled
Hell of our heaven
Or heaven of your hell, son
Floating in the motel pool till
All the rooms were clean
Imagine angels in the sky
Were prettiest I’d ever seen
I’ll wait until, Iris instilled
I’ll wait until, Iris instilled
Hell of our heaven
Or heaven of your hell, son
I’ll wait until, Iris instilled
I’ll wait until, Iris instilled
I’ll wait until, Iris instilled
I’ll wait until, Iris instilled
Hell of our heaven
Or heaven of your hell, son