Fotzepolitic

Fotzepolitic
My dreams are low
They're sick and must be drossed
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 hooves
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 colored 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 drossed
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?