Who is he, mr. rand mcnally?. i had i dream that mystery was me. now who else could i be?. . i dreamed i went to england and met the spice girls there for tea.
Daddy sings he's an auctioneer. And mother clings to anniversary years. And the sister she got a little bit of mister in her. And the brothers going round around his bed.
Well easily with me I show affection,. But it's a creepin' up, a creepin' up on me in another direction. . I love, I write, and I die. And I try to ask no questions,.
You say I'm beautiful. Well I can't help it. You say I'm empty. We all know I'm full of shit. . Get out, get out. You've lost control. Get out, get out.