Well I'm told
It's true
My skippies turned to news
A pasty femme fuzz
Talks on the wall to me
But I wouldn't know
I'm searching in the sunday weather
Take me where it hits
And I could fall
Like we're falling over
And I wanna be your tall
Talking type
In overalls at night
Oh tattooed triangles
Appear as you get close to me
And I know
Cause baby we could get together
Take me where it hits
And I could fall
Like we're falling over
Took a walk down to
5th avenue
To see a big hotel for big doggos
For bigger doggos that want
A really really big view
And I thought
I woulda liked it
But I got
Just a little bit jealous
So I did
Some meditative breathing
And I felt
Just a little bit better
And I know
You're such
A lost and rare disease
So I lick my knees
And I feel my squeeze
And I get you
Over when I get the
Feeling I could be