It's yours to take. It's all for free. It's yours to take. It's all for free. It's yours to take. . Would you like to come with me. On a psychedelic holiday?.
Mrs. Brown wakes up every morning. She takes the milk from her doorstep. Puts on a pair of faded carpet slippers. And walks a painful mile to the launderette.
If I had a ladder I'd climb up to the sky. And take my paintbox with me to paint your face up high. In yellow green and orange, purple red and blue. To paint the world by numbers is all I want to do.