O God, there's noises I'm going to be hungry for.
I rode away to right the world.
And no bad hair day will ever make me give it back,
the persian blinds hide secret luxuries,
Then sometimes late at night my window bumps
The muscles of the horses sliding under their heavy
But following that, I knocked him down an' led him up to Grace.
How do I hang something up
wer
coming down the pathway still
O God, there's noises I'm going to be hungry for.
I rode away to right the world.
And no bad hair day will ever make me give it back,
the persian blinds hide secret luxuries,
Then sometimes late at night my window bumps
The muscles of the horses sliding under their heavy
But following that, I knocked him down an' led him up to Grace.
How do I hang something up
wer
coming down the pathway still