will be back again I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain Spiders ghosts hang soaked and dangelin' Silently from all the blooming cherry trees
yard line When the dirty birds kick the tree And if you like in the club we can do it In the DJ booth or in the back of the VIP Whip cream with cherries
the wakes I dig woman's stomach swell, my borough is dark Many lights UFO kites, Benjamin Franklin got it right Abraham I stuck your cherry tree Your white head came out my black
the wakes, I dig woman's stomach swell My borough's dark, many lights, UFO kites Benjamin Franklin got it right Abraham, I stuck your cherry tree Your white head came out my black
yard line when the dirty birds kick the tree and if you like in the club we can do it in the DJ booth or in the back of the VIP whip cream with cherries
wakes I dig woman's stomach swell, my borough is dark Many lights UFO kites, Benjamin Franklin got it right Abraham I stuck your cherry tree Your white head came out my black