The skyball's doing its shine-thing The moving air is so sweet This flopsy colorful vine-thing Smells as pretty as meat And those wingy-beasts with their feathers They make a squeaky-like sound
And I'd never have guessed what I'm trying to say Frankly I hadn't a clue Now this chunk of my chest keeps flump-flumpin' away Love makes the world brand new!
My lip-ends, look how they twist up And hark, a laugh-sound ascends Ha! I'm always openin' my fist up To flap my fingers at friends And there's sparkly-fizz in my nethers Whenever she is around
And I've never quite said what I'm trying to say Love makes the world brand new!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
