Little Dipper Lyrics - Singles - Bijou Phillips

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