I am an Opera Singer I stand on painted Tape It tells me where I'm going And where to throw my cape I call my co-star's brother I call my co-star's
Disempowered The scattering flock Dances in a fever At the Castle Rock Dust devils cypress Ripening fruit Ascending quick Into the authors bathroom
Adjectives on the typewriter He moves his words like a prize fighter The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell The man on the street might just
I don't want to Hear you whisper I don't want to orbit Your world of two There's only room for you In your world of two I don't like to Hang around
Without the pretty pink ribbon You'd end up just like me Without the pretty pink ribbon You'd fload down to the sea Without the pretty pink ribbon You
I want a girl with a mind like a diamond I want a girl who knows what's best I want a girl with shoes that cut And eyes that burn like cigarettes I
the dancers, who said "Culture consumin?" Never face, he ????? ????? and strength Cos I can terminate, like a dirty hypodermic needle My vision's clearer than the sights on an eagle
For A Mulligan, Streets Cold But Tha Heat Make Me Feel Covenant, Been Had Cake They Late Like Ed Sullivan, Fly Like A Eagle But Noo I'm Not Donovan, Boy
Mr and the dancers, who said "Culture consumin?" Never face, he ????? ????? and strength Cos I can terminate, like a dirty hypodermic needle My vision's clearer than the sights on an eagle
A Mulligan, Streets Cold But Tha Heat Make Me Feel Covenant, Been Had Cake They Late Like Ed Sullivan, Fly Like A Eagle But Noo I'm Not Donovan, Boy