you say again that nothing's wrong i'd really like to play along your ruby red mouth is full and moist i'd like to give in to your oboe reed voice but as sure as those are buzzards in the guava tree you're looking real funny at me
1 2 3 4, that's not music you hear, that's the devil that's not the sun up in the sky, it's a human heart if you're planning your escape, you know i'm all for you as i watch the sun come up again over tallaha**ee, florida