Lisa: Leave me out with the waste
This is not what
Well I held you like a lover:
Happy hands
And your elbow
You can hold her hand
And show her how you cry
Explain
She lives with an orange tree
and the girl that does
Well, this has got to die
This has got to stop
This
Well I've been here before, I've sat on the floor,
My drum, my drum, my drum
Gonna make ya
My drum, my
What I want from you is empty your head
But
Sleep don’t weep
My sweet love
Your face so wet
And your day
Is
Woke up and for the first time the Animals were