It looks like the tide is calling Send off is drawing near The whistle blowing The commander's on the phone
I wont know your thoughts when i'm gone I wont have a lot to say But i'll be bored of smiling when it ain't at you
And it's alright, it's alright It's alright, it's alright
Why you'e my hand-me-down jean I'm your warranted queen My mouth on your spoon Goodnight red balloon
You play your cards with a mystery face And use your golden grace I'll be sending my guards to come find you I don't know where to fall Or if this is love at all But your lips on mine have branded a sign
But it's alright, it's alright It's alright, it's alright
You're my hand-me-down jean I'm your warranted queen My mouth on your spoon Goodnight red balloon
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