but look at me,
Try to fake it,
And crazy rascals rage their fill
Old age mistakes the youthful breast,
The tumor on my head begs me for those red ones….
Drives on, secure upon his box.
Well that's what my old lady told me
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
I have to have a ribbon to hold it, the neighbors might see
the way we were trying to find.
but look at me,
Try to fake it,
And crazy rascals rage their fill
Old age mistakes the youthful breast,
The tumor on my head begs me for those red ones….
Drives on, secure upon his box.
Well that's what my old lady told me
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
I have to have a ribbon to hold it, the neighbors might see
the way we were trying to find.