Lyrics

Your face is careless, something hairless
Puzzles were strung out on the floor
She laughs when it's funny, she has no money
House hamsters and rats galore
You find the time, it took my mind
To be in a glass jar that's stuck in the fridge
At times you're scared, I'm well prepared
For the tickets they're selling next door
And you find the time to sell my rhymes
To the record man on next door
It's something stunning, I play boy bunny my way out of Hugh Hefner's door
Oh, and it's what you do when the sky is blue
But the sky is blue when I'm red
It's an astral trip with forbidden hips I end up looking like a bed in the night
Oh, in the night, in the night, in the night
Written by: Tavair Tapp
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