She lives in this house over there, Has her world outside it
Scrapples in the earth with her fingers and her mouth, She's five years old
Thread worms on a string, Keeps spiders in her pocket
Collects fly wings in a jar, Scrubs horse flies
And pinches them on a line, Ohhh...
She has one friend, he lives next door, They're listenening to the weather
He knows how many freckles she's got, She scratches his beard
She's painting huge books, And glues them together
They saw a big raven
It glided down the sky, She touched it., Ohh...
Today is a birthday, They're smoking cigars
He's got a chain of flowers, And sows a bird in her knickers, Ohhh...
They're smoking cigars, They lie in the bathtub, A chain of ... flowers |
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