And your coulours, your beutiful coulours

And your passion and your lovley all

The pretend ducktail warbler

and his marbles entourage

She hollers

- Bail out, bail out!

I wished you were a ivory domed pinheaded retarded Jackeroo

That i would not spill my soppy " it never mattered" feelings up on you

Your my drop dead signal of all

Pretending you cant se our fairytail still f---- up fall

You find me as a frail job so we foul up again

You suck out my chest to never stop

Once i wanted to grab you

more than for you by by the eye

Then came questions of when & why

You sway your mood in my presence

Leaving out the real essence

You grab my hand for a jerk off purpose

& kiss me like youve not kissed for a thousand years

After the day i can see the look in you eys & your fears

I heard something through the grapvine 

I heard something trough the grapevine

So tell me lickety-split before i forever go

did you ever do a research within your soul

So

Now

- What is my punchline here...?