Indie boys are neurotic. Makes my eyes bleed. Tight black pants exotic. Some loving is what I need. . But hey, I'm startin' to feel okay. Lucky number nine, hooray.
Indie boys are neurotic. Makes my eyes bleed. Tight black pants exotic. Some loving is what I need. . But hey, I'm startin' to feel okay. Lucky number nine, hooray.
You're a star, steal my car, just save me. On a roll, sell my soul, forgiveness. Crossed with red, think I'm dead, it's over. Words you say leave my head or hold me.
Little bunny foo foo hopping through the forest scooping up the field mice and bopping them on the head.. . Down came the good fairy and the good fairy said,.
Lazy confessions. Crazy intentions. Scratching unwilling. Sports cars are thrilling. . I like potatoes. I don't like tomatoes. I'm goin' fishin'. 'Cause I'm on a mission.