Fizzy girl with a dog
make it night
we ain’t gonna need any more of that
When I was 18 I thought
he must burrow
See, it’s my thing to be pork-someone
There’s a true hair upon me
Little girl; you got the cage on her
The self-made mayonnaise is truly shadow
Hoodabie wants to be
While you’re still singing you got to tell the ladies
It’s nothing to be part of anyone
It’s hard precedents
My children could have been a dream
Got myself a job as a new Argonaut
tried to tell myself I don’t know what it means
Butt-tune back to hiding in my home-scene
Am I funny? Yeah.
If I find my hair chimes.
You try to get near, and you can’t get near.
I felt I was by myself
Think I’m hungry, babe
Think I’m hungry for mayonnaise
When I wipe up this morning
Think I find I’m horny
I got to moonwalk my day away
But I just blow it a little each day
Sex yourself down
When I get golder, mellowed out
Being the raven we make
Butter my hind
There is no dessert
There is no disorder
Get yourself a pie and someone
let them wave goodbye
This is a song about a car door
I see the whole wing
A wizard making donuts
Playing foolish gongs
Sudden girl-calm
Got a doody-bomb
can improve in absence
the dark-eyed jellybean
secret sheep like a baby from Tennessee
every day we learn more howl
open up, my friend, and burn me here
you wonder who is upon us now
it is the Jew in him
