If she takes her toast sure I will say it has all gone now
If she takes her toast I can smell her bread
Then I smile a little guess I run from your shadow
Sure I will say it has all gone now if she takes her toast
So I said and she agreed said Paula is with us
So we can send her me instead of all she feeds
Sucking my fear running after her tree
Rolling and holding then he never writes
Then when I slip out of my shoes
I can work all this in and out rolling and holding
This You from this His mess
Well if she takes her Lost and all she said
You will run my tree I feed then all into my stomach
John and Jack keep their eye on me
Then when I slip out of my rules
Just then
Their eye on me down the pants he found my face
Runs me like a boy but down my stairs there's Jesus
Telling me a joke that wakes me up and then she’s seventeen again
If she takes her toast sure I will say it has all gone now
If she takes me as a ghost then a sand that froze
Guess I have thought of Broz when your kisses reached my tide
And all gone now sure I will say it has all come back now
You as You and me as Her
Valencia will take us as far as she can
But just for some time while their eye on me
And my knees pants that slipped down
I'm just having her in my brain
Having her in my rain
Down my stairs he and John and Jack
Running his thought it was my street
Holding and rolling rolling and going
I just came along so she sat by my side
Even still his tongue reaches my heart
She asked if I would she would read my Saint Joseph
If she takes her toast sure I will say it has all gone now
If she takes her toast I can smell her bread
Even still she’d ask me
If I would
Take
Her
Lost
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