To swallow the bass, or bust up the place
To walk in the grass, or kiss that fat ass
You're way out in the galaxy now,
You're way out now
Corellian delay with migraine follows
Smell my little
Coreopsis
Like walking in blue with roller skate shoes
My artery clogs up with your fatty tissues
You're way out in the galaxy now,
You're way out now
Was silence(?) saw you there with mustard pellets
Smell my little
Coreopsis
Is the hardest thing to say
When you can't find under blankets on the bed
Hide your head
