Your love is like a building Pushing up towards the sky I just wanna climb your tower To your dress like apple pie
Oh I love you on a Tuesday Oh I love you on a Tuesday moon Let's dribble hand on my perfume
I am changing colors daily Jumping to my postbox While everything's exploding baby In your dress I'll sleep a while
Oh its flying toward some Tuesday Oh its flying toward some Tuesday moon Into the air like a balloon She's taking scissors to her wing It's shrinking diesel through my room With no arms and legs, can you dig? Can you dig it?
Your love is like a drunken stuper Falling into push paper holes Into my insides I scoop her Burning up her real time flows
Oh I love you on a Tuesday Oh I love you on a Tuesday moon Let's dribble hand on my perfume Let's dribble hand on my perfume Let's dribble hand on my perfume |
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