Ladies Choice Lyrics - Gourds

Flyin down this hill on my schwin 

Well I guess this is where it all begins 

Go in sandburg come out like ray charles 

An odor of jasmine for yer flowers 

Sometimes on my bicycle rides 

These pleasantries fall from the trees 

Little quixote's fished out like floaties 

From the bevy of yer choice 

Ladies choice 

Flyin down this hill on my schwin 

Well I guess it all could have ended then 

Unlike consternation's quagmire above 

The streets firmly paved ways 

Coupled with speed and gravity 

And the craniums tendency 

To leak vital information 

All over the road to recovery