Thanks to Oxenstierna
for these lyrics
No time to fuck,
but you like the rush.
And where would we be
without sums,
deals we make?
Brown paper bag
makes for a hat
when it rains on
your head, mate.
Cheers for that.
When the world stops for snow.
When you laugh, I'm inside your mouth.
Sucking the sun.
Baboons and birds.
With the weight of you dear,
I forgot.
Brown paper bag
makes for a hat
when it rains on
your head, mate.
Cheers for that.
When the world stops for snow.
When you laugh, I'm inside your mouth.
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