All the peacock people the plumes in a pile They look good to a And the Gulf water's warm a bathtub Full of and epsom salt
See a bleach blond boy put his long down his girl get her sunscreen on I thought you in your little house Think you're lonely but I could be and...
I be your bootlegger Wanna mix you up something your hair like a sister Maim you a hurricane
Right there, that's the sleeping in the sand He's got a to deliver, but I can't stay mad, oh there, that's the postman asleep in the sand He's got a get-well-card to gonna do it by hand, he's gonna do it by hand
Now they drive the cars up and down the It's and everybody knows Hear the Mustangs rev at the four way You get ghosted the light says go
But in a like this, in the checkered flag dawn It's so you could make somebody dream So maybe it's you, in your bed Fell asleep with the blood in your teeth and...
I wanna be happiness I be your common sense pain Wrap your in a picket fence after the hurricane
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