silly smiles smelling pink nostrils love’s longing lips neither body cares legs dance & red vintage lamps hands make an okay as they spin through the air brazil, a lovely guitar sings
refined, it began deliberate then out slipped i love being with ya now i’ve somerthing horrid to give ya
yeh hold this a sec this slimy rat of an excuse look its alive still wriggling wants a word wi u 2
alright then you’ve gotta take this bag but it’d help if you hid it na don’t worry there’s nothin real in it