Watching helping hands receive its shotgun
Houté couture examination for Pellets
and the crying wahwah
The rocking pram violin in sonatas sending my love. x2
From Escarpment Fawns learnt of life under parachute
There’s a world of those that believe they had wings
Kiders drinkers and fascist young willing on
Their mothers to become the willow widows.
you might fancy dress yourself well
but I don’t bake With the half baked truth.