We speak in the store
I'm a sensitive bore
You seem markedly more
And i'm oozing supriseBut it's late in the day
And you're well on your way
What was golden went gray
And i'm suddenly shyAnd the gathering floozies
Afford to be choosy
And all sneezing darkly
In the dimming divideAnd i have read the right books
To interpret your looks
You were knocking me down
With the palm of your eyeGo; na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na naThis was unlike the story
It was written to be
I was riding its back
When it used to ride meAnd we were galloping manic
To the mouth of the source
We were swallowing panic
In the face of its forceAnd i was blue
I am blue
And unwell
Made me bolt like a horseAnd; na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na naNow it's done
Watch it go
And you've changed soWater run from the snow
Am i so dear?
Do i run rare?
And you've changed
SoPeach, plum, pear
Peach, plum
Joanna Newson
quinta-feira, 27 de agosto de 2009
Peach, Plum, Pear
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