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(Reed) If |
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I could be anything in the world that flew |
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I would be a bat and come swooping after you |
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And if the last time you were here things were a bit askew |
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Well you know what happens after dark |
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When rattlesnakes lose their skins and their hearts |
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And all the missionaries lose their bark |
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Oh, all the trees are calling after you |
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And all the venom snipers after you |
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Are all the mountains bolder after you? |
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If I could be anyone of the things in this world that bite |
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Instead of an ancient ocelot on a leash, |
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I'd rather be a kite |
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And be tied to the end of your string |
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And flying in the air, babe, at night |
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Cause ou know what they say about honey bears |
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When you shave off all their baby hair |
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You have a hairy minded pink bare bear |
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And all the balls are rolling out for you |
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And stones are all erupting out for you |
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And all the cheap bloodsuckers are flying after you |
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Yesterday, |
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Daisy Mae and |
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Biff were grooving on the street |
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And just like in a movie, her hands became her feet |
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Her belly button was her mouth |
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Wich meant she tasted what she'd speak |
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But the funny thing is what happened to her nose |
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It grew until it reached all of her toes |
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Now when people say her feet smell they mean her nose |
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And curtains laced with diamonds dear for you |
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And all the |
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Roman Noblemen for you |
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And kingdom's |
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Christian |
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Soldiers dear for you |
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And melting ice cap mountain tops for you |
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And knights in flamming silver robes for you |
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And bats that with a kiss turn prince for you |
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Swoop, Swoop oh baby, |
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Rock Rock |
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Swoop, Swoop, |
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Rock, Rock |
