Black Flies
Nicole Dollanganger
Black flies swarm at the dairy dreme
They'll die for the taste of something sweet
Face up in the tubs of soft ice cream
Melting in the summer heat
Don't you remember?
We used to go to the dairy dreme
We'd sit outside and share ice cream
As the bugs drank the blood
From our bare feet
'Cause you and me, we were so sweet
Don't you remember? Don't remеmber?
We used to go to thе dairy dreme
I was so sweet that you would've died for me
As we made love in the summer heat
Behind the dairy dreme
