Fotzepolitic

My dreams are low, they're sick and must be addressed
 They're young girl's dreams.
 True some do it and shoot
 Like the penny-lit stars
 What I was just rude
 Like the scary hairs on our singing hoof
 Like the scary hairs on our singing hooves
 They move
 A family fool, but it's you,
 I can swoon inside me
 Then you'll accept my things
 A coloured star, but I feel strong
 Luck when bound lonely to Lars
 When I'm empty headed
 See 'n saw bounce me back to you'
 Will you?
 See 'n saw bounce me back to you'
 Will you' Oh will you?
 My dreams are low, they're sick and must be addressed
 They're young girl's dreams.
 See 'n saw bounce me back to you'
 Will you?
 See 'n saw bounce me back to you'
 Will you' Oh will you?
 See 'n saw bounce me back to you
 See 'n saw bounce me back to you
 See 'n saw bounce me back to you
 Will you?
 See 'n saw bounce me back to you
 See 'n saw bounce me back to you
 See 'n saw bounce me back to you
 Will you?