send me flowers and a cake go ahead now
how the weather can ch
ang e the mood in the blink of an eye
in the milky snow flowing down i know tomorrow
as seventeen and perhaps a gift from the long black haired girl
and to the other birthday girl red trees and broken guitars

teach me how to play and then we can talk a little more in person

there's a melting *** of four four real three there and one that way
across the screen and slipping away inside of this bashing head to the desk
godfuckingdamnit i get so upset)
see me the three can talk into my ear and when they grace my environment
i sit and listen a whistle and shiver to a cold sweat
what can attract them all the fourth is the first i know that the fourth is first
but i don't breathe it like the others

The four Goddesses (et numerum Nympha

but number three can be crossed out at this seventeen moment
i no longer care i no longer see what she could do for me

(decree of humanity and self worth:
I was hungry so I Ate
I was Thirsty so I drank
I was tired so I slept)

that's it that's really ******* it isn't it
ha a laugh a ha

how can i do this naked spring ******* the cold winter
twisting and ******* turning
godfuckingdamnit
the snow is going to destruct me

(but the fourth girl the girl across the screen through the Universe to the void and flying through the stars is enough and she's first i know she's first like always as usual i can do this