When I think of you baton rouge
I think of a
Big sky, big sky holding up the sun
Big sky, big
Born on a farm in a transatlantic moonlight
Split like a
Good morning, it's possum day
Feel like a possum in every
Mad, you just make me mad
I hate your silent breathing
Maybe I should go and live in amsterdam
In a side
It was only the time of the newly born dead
With
How come you say you will and then you won't
You
Some couples live in harmony
Some do not
Some couples yell and
She says, what do you call love
Well I call it
There's a white prism with phony jism
Spread across it's face
And
