A redwood tree, the radio. They moved them down the hall. . A beauty queen from Idaho. Was broken in the fall. . Never write a love song. Never write a trip hop.
Would you like some sweets, Willy?. Would you like some sweets, Willy?. Would you like some sweets, Willy?. Would you like some sweets, Willy?. What would you like then?.
A redwood tree, the radio. They moved them down the hall. . A beauty queen from Idaho. Was broken in the fall. . Never write a love song. Never write a trip hop.
Baby, you're making me want you. And baby, you're making me love you. We're in the city, city, making me want you. We're in the city, city, making me love you.