(Steen) (Spooner/Tubes)
out of Lead guitar and Rest of the comes Said on baby Oh God, oh Black and white, Polish in a bun, in the sun hit-and-run
Hey man, like, like check this out man, really, I listen I was the holes in the acoustic tile ceiling, you know Mumbling and fumbling with them little on my mattress you know, that hold it So anyways, my mind strays and the tricks my memory plays fascination and abomination on a biblical Broadway stage Like and singers and a fully landscaped gospel group and the harmony and and Dinosaurs eatin' like veggie burgers at the snack bar out in the lobby, you So anyways on the same stage is me, naked an empty page That's I heard him Like a director's with too much echo I guess he was talkin' to truly, I mean me
Madam, that's no other woman, that's had 'im He's than a tree That apple tree over in his healthy way Never works, he never around and cogitates Right now, planting his garden
I had to hear that chorus twice, you know, before I finally got the I screamed, "I ain't Adam! I never seen the dude, and I no either" So anyways, really lookin' bad man, like that director's mean he gets mad Like, might wreck your career with just one nod and cripple you, you know, for life--that's a time My legs are shakin', my knotted, my mind has gone I'd run if I could, but you hid from him, and besides that jerk took my shirt and my So anyways, in the depths of my dispair, my arrives--oh God, beautiful than Cher I screamed, "Make up! Gimme the sing that chorus more"
Madam, that's Ain't no other woman, that's He's than a tree And he's molded from clay in his healthy way Never works, he never around and cogitates He's the Original Sin now
Hey madam, that's
Poland Whole--all what's cold