All the peacock left the plumes in a pile look good to a fault And the water's warm like a bathtub Full of and epsom salt
See a bleach blond boy put his long down Help his girl get her on I thought about you in your house Think you're lonely but I could be and...
I wanna be your Wanna mix you up strange Braid hair like a sister Maim you like a
Right there, the postman sleeping in the sand He's got a letter to deliver, but I stay mad, oh Right there, that's the asleep in the sand He's got a to deliver He's gonna do it by hand, he's do it by hand
Now they drive the cars up and down the It's ridiculous and knows Hear the Mustangs rev at the four way You get ghosted when the says go
But in a town like this, in the checkered dawn It's so empty you could make dream So maybe it's you, in four-post bed asleep with still the blood in your teeth and...
I wanna be your I wanna be your common sense Wrap your in a picket fence Rebuild the hurricane
Right there, the postman sleeping in the sand He's got my to deliver, but I'm still not mad Right there, that's the postman asleep in the He's got a to deliver He's gonna do it by He's do it, he's gonna do it He's do it, he's gonna do it gonna do it, he's gonna do it... by hand
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