who am i to say that you're mine
you're educated most of the time
when am i supposed to be nice
my zebra standards 29
i'm shoving you off the plane
but you won't let go
i push your face
but you bite my fingers
who am i to want to have sex
you're independent your feelings are mixed
what would happen if we had wine
my zebra standard's a fine wine
drink it sometime and you will find
your distant mind
will go into a world of many pleasures
full of spice