Oh, slow   Oh, slow   You make it right   You make it right   You make alright   43 is 2, slow, oh   Show my things to you   Oh, slow   Doo doo doo   Doo doo   Doo doo doo   Doo doo      Oh, horror me they're gonna eat me, see right through you   You've changed, yeah you've changed   And now everybody pointed right through you   And how I had to tie a ribbon around a little bird's leg   Oh, you need a little privacy to see a little space through   I don't wanna be a liar's curse   Is it getting better or is it getting worse?   Makes us all a blossom down   An acrid act to be around   Gambling style, press it while   Present like Bovary's child   Whoever came here left their dust   Horror me, yeah it's a must, must, must   Oh...