Little Comets - Mathilda lyrics

Oh decry With these two fingers I can show you why That I'm restricted When you kiss me so promiscuously I'll be screaming go Tilly go Oh delay Without these shackles I can show the way To make you obfuscate And push aside untensills I'll be screaming go Tilly go When all this commotion dies down She'll deliver a subtle solliloquy Straight to his pillow Which frowns as she strikes it With fists that insist The light of their fridge door Was always a metaphor I'm bewildered So please explain to me right now Mathilda How all the friction in your diction Leaves me staring at you I'm still screaming go Tilly go I'll decide With these two fingers I can show you why Despite my lethargy and mispronunciation I'll be screaming go Tilly go When all this commotion dies down She'll deliver a pointed solliloquy So full of agony He'll be embarra**ed And walk on the terrace Whose slate floor he always found Seemed like a metaphor Aaiiiiii..... P-r-o-m-i-s-e-s The promises P-r-o-m-i-s-e-s (Sick of) the promises