My day starts with shaking pockets.
Don’t you know?
There are bills to pay
And things to say
So let’s go, go, go.
This way, that way, and the freeway
In the morning, night, and midday
There’s a smile waiting for us
By the cloud of the back of the bus
Sometimes it’s a little bit
Sometimes it’s a lot
You never know when it
Can get you caught
No care, no worry for me, though!
Work it on out, baby
I use this kind of dough
to take over the day - see?
I feel like I can live here forever
I am content and fine
For now I don’t remember
How I fell apart because of “thine”
I’m your man,
That’s right,
Here I am,
Now it’s alright.
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
My day starts with shaking pockets.
Don’t you know?
There are bills to pay
And things to say
So let’s go, go, go.
This way, that way, and the freeway
In the morning, night, and midday
There’s a smile waiting for us
By the cloud of the back of the bus
Sometimes it’s a little bit
Sometimes it’s a lot
You never know when it
Can get you caught
No care, no worry for me, though!
Work it on out, baby
I use this kind of dough
to take over the day - see?
I feel like I can live here forever
I am content and fine
For now I don’t remember
How I fell apart because of “thine”
I’m your man,
That’s right,
Here I am,
Now it’s alright.
this one's about selling a harmless plant in secret
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