I landed on the moon
But might have been
A little too soon
For the silk factory
In Timbuktu
Hadn't finished my superhero dress
And matching shoes
I came back
To sea monsters in my room
In perfect time
I'd wind up with you
Route 66 in Monterey
And London came to play
To be your girlfriend
To be your girlfriend
I'd travel to the moon
And I'd even conquer Portugal
Till I have hope in hell
I'd lie here in infernal traffic lights
In sick portability
For words that came out wrong
And wisdom beyond understanding
From Hong Kong and Timbuktu
I'd travel to the moon
and back again
If only to be your girlfriend
Maybe wind up in Argentina or Angola
Or maybe in Siberia with a cold
To be your girlfriend
To be your girlfriend
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this is delishious, this needs some crazy talk song with bongo drums and an indian cry from deep inside the chest.
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perfect idea. lol
i could sing it wearing a loincloth. oh.
and matching shoes. lol
and an occassional siberian sneeze. i love that candidness. what ispired the loincloth? or is that just an excuse, cause i know youve been looking for an excuse since pcc days
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