Your Pussy's Glued To A Building On Fire
John Frusciante
Your pussys glued to a building on fire
I paint my mind just 'cause I'm alive
If you see me roaming the hillside
Won't you come along?
You paint your eyes
Mine are in the sky
No worldly word I could say would be golden
The smile on my face isn't always real
But the way you make me feel is all that's really real
You little duck house
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