If I could be anything in the world that flew I would be a bat and come swooping after you And if the last time you were here things were a bit askew
Well you know what happens after dark When rattlesnakes lose their skins and their hearts And all the missionaries lose their bark Oh, all the trees are calling after you And all the venom snipers after you Are all the mountains bolder after you?
If I could be anyone of the things in this world that bite Instead of an ocelot on a leash, I'd rather be a kite And be tied to the end of your string And flying in the air, babe, at night Cause ou know what they say about honey bears When you shave off all their baby hair You have a hairy minded pink bare bear
And all the balls are rolling out for you And stones are all erupting out for you And all the cheap bloodsuckers are flying after you
Yesterday, Daisy Mae and Biff were grooving on the street And just like in a movie, her hands became her feet Her belly button was her mouth Wich meant she tasted what she'd speak
But the funny thing is what happened to her nose It grew until it reached all of her toes Now when people say her feet they mean her nose
And curtains laced with diamonds dear for you And all the Roman Noblemen for you And kingdom's Christian Soldiers dear for you And melting ice cap mountain tops for you And knights in flamming silver robes for you And bats that with a kiss turn prince for you Swoop, Swoop oh baby, Rock Rock Swoop, Swoop, Rock, Rock
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