Wash your face in the morning sun
Flash your pen at the song that I`m singing
Touchdown bass living on the run
Make no sweat at the hole that you`re digging
Wrap up cold when it`s warm outside
Your shit jokes remind me of Digsy`s
Be my magic carpet ride
Fly me down to capital city in the sun
Kicking up a storm from the day that I was born
Sing a song for me one from `Let It Be`
Open up your eyes get a grip on yourself inside
Submitted by walter at Wed 16 Jan, 2008 4:58 pm
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