1. |
Are You My Baby?
02:18
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Are you my baby?
Fucking lazy
News that fades me
And I can't face me
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2. |
Lady Fingers
02:42
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A love that's in construction
Cartoon, as one could love them
My face, an ugly potion
Embrace to leave emotion
Well I could try to be the softest version of who I could be
And with your silky lovely letters of promiscuousity
Love my lady fingers cross your paths of my uncertainty
Friendly neighbor, lovely mate, or mate forever lovingly
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3. |
My Love
03:55
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Would you be my clover?
Take me by your side
There's a storm coming over
Find me somewhere to hide
Flower and twine
Save for me, me and my love
She could weep
Or see, for enough
Sour, and spit
I could please me and my love
Could wake to find
Me, me and my love
Would you be my lover?
Can't you be my bride?
I'm just tryna get sober
Can't you get me high?
I could drink
Or think for the two, two of us
You could bore, my heart
The earth raw enough
Neck, what the heck
Why not show you some love
To wait to find if you eat all of my love
Would you be my gopher?
Could you dig me a hole?
Eating my four leaf clover
Now my luck is mold
Oh hold baby I'll meet you soon
Drive down to mine at noon, at noon
I can't wait 'till you can't wait
I can't be here I can't believe my eyes
Can you find me a love, of my life
I'll trade you what I have
Finally I can see her
Wearing her black and white
Look at the pale blue ocean
And Let it pass you by
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4. |
Just a Little While
03:13
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You could let me lose
Or let me choose
Another, another, another
You could let me be
Could be my seam
Over, over, over, now
Oh my sweet thing, my dime
My tiny little piece of twine
When I rise, I would never leave your side
Every night
I could let you lead
You could be my stead
Lover, lover, lover
We have been to sea
We have yet to meet
Each other, each other, each other
Oh honey, I just might go away for a little while
Just a little while
Don't fret dear, I'll come back
Baby come, baby come back
Maybe you'll come back
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5. |
I Am a Queen
03:19
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I have come to see
The one dearest to me
Could you bend a knee
And I could be yours truly
Deep in the pit
Where I go to go spit
That is where it sits
A freshly minted tulip
Serpents a miss
Can I find you useless?
Laying down a kiss
For me to do this
I am a queen
I am a mistress
Misplace the prince
A pretty one to do this
In this hard world
All to you baby
And as I go, for a long time now
Alright baby, alright baby
Alright, let's go
Save me the time
A cuckold, spoiled landmine
Give me the rind
Or a big place to shine
All plump and thick
For me to feel slick
Pretty adult flick
Can't you see I feel sick?
Aw now, I'm sorry baby
I'm sorry baby
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6. |
A Painting of Her
02:52
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Can I send another
She could be her
A femme machine
They keep it clean
A pain to see
A job for me
I can be
Just be
A painter see
This is me
I can be
Just be
You can't bend my hand
I am a woman
You can't bend my hand
I am I am
Your perception gives me pain
makes me sad to call you names
can't you see me as I am
You just see a man, oh man
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7. |
I Can't Wait!
03:01
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I can't wait for you to go
That is something you should know
I can't wait for me to grow
Another year, another goal
I could know, could stand, could fight for you
breathe my skin, my tin, the fact of me
While I show to anybody, anybody
Can't you see?
Can't you breathe?
That's alright
I can't wait for it to snow
I can't wait for you to glow
Will someone please tell me to go
I could know, could stand, could fight for you
breathe my skin, my tin, the fact of me
While I show to anybody, anybody
Can't you see?
Can't you breathe?
That's alright
Well I forgot what it was, baby
What it was, oh yeah
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8. |
Off the Tracks
04:15
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My darling, oh dear
A herring, a spear
An old man, as he stood
Lost his balance, did what he could
Oh my dear, stabbed by fear
It's not something new
'Cause in your books and with your looks
You could be quite cute
As one man stands, in his hands
He could hold a newt
And while he falls, she will call
Out to him for you
A cartographer, a wife
She has no calendar, she maps her life
Stand for me, hold my place
Be my body, and wear my face
Off the tracks, wheres the path?
Don't let me let you loose
If I'm a cook, then you're the book
That gets me someplace new
Hold my hand, 'cause where I stand
Is what is next for you
Wear this mask, with my eyes
Staring down for you
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9. |
To the Birds
02:41
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I'd wait to fall down by your side
I'd stay and ponder for a while
No good, she's all I could
No fair, I wanted to be there
I could hear you talk for a while
And I can't wait for you to die
In my arms, or is that too far
My my, as you're by my side
Oh baby, my dear
Could you let me in to hear?
Come on baby, my world, my life
As I sit with the birds, they hear me chirp
My body, my life, everything
Let me think about my life
A slow decline of what you wanted baby
Im hearing loud
My fifth love, screaming at me now
Oh baby, you may be, the last of them now
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A popsicle treat from the freezer that I eat
Is nothing compared to what happens when we both meet
How come every time you come around
You've got a big fat birthday but it can't be found
Desert, Desert Rose
It's your birthday, but nobody knows
I got butterflies in my tummy
'Cause every time you speak it sounds so yummy
Desert, Desert Rose
It's your birthday, but nobody knows
Desert, Desert Rose
It's your birthday, but nobody knows
Oh one year, we won't forget
Oh Desert, Desert Rose
One year, we will remember
Desert, Desert Rose
One year, we won't forget
Desert, Desert Rose
Oh one year, we will remember
Desert, Desert Rose
Oh one year, we won't forget
Desert, Desert Rose
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Diarchipretti Oakland, California
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