Oh, slow
Oh, slow
You make it right
You make it right
You make alright
43 is 2, slow, oh
Show my things to you
Oh, slow
Doo doo doo
Doo doo
Doo doo doo
Doo doo
Oh, horror me they're gonna eat me, see right through you
You've changed, yeah you've changed
And now everybody pointed right through you
And how I had to tie a ribbon around a little bird's leg
Oh, you need a little privacy to see a little space through
I don't wanna be a liar's curse
Is it getting better or is it getting worse?
Makes us all a blossom down
An acrid act to be around
Gambling style, press it while
Present like Bovary's child
Whoever came here left their dust
Horror me, yeah it's a must, must, must
Oh...