Do you know What I know Do you see A filly's wings that grow Those hollow bones Blindfolds, last wishes On the candles above the cake she bakes Before blowing them out 'Cause its her birthday Happy, happy birthday Scootaloo This is for you
Do you know A rhizome, Severed vital trotting from a distance Miss Dashie knows everything about you Used to think she really wasn't tied to Taking flight from public life This tiny fascist island 'Cause its her birthday Happy, happy birthday Scootaloo This is for you
Growing up is hard enough You're gonna have it tough But now's your birthday Happy, happy birthday Scootaloo She won't leave you 'Cause it's your birthday Happy, happy birthday Scootaloo This is for you
Each night put on the bridle Use a crop bring me in I'm blinded Lose the thumb screws to my harness Sixty minutes, whatever she wishes
Tonight, tie me to the table This body you hardly understand Not for science, just simply medieval She'll teach you everything you need
Close my ears, close my love, close my eyes Take my wings you can fly fly fly fly fly
It's gonna be a big day at the races At the races, the racesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.