(no subject)
Summer cut up rough for Mabel, summer cut across the crops
I'm in the wristwatch on the green here, I'm in the wristwatch
by the stocks.
Oh and you love him, oh and so you may,
You've seen the bright white constellations and you can doff your
cap for days.
As fingers vye for different pies you've known,
fingers vye for different pies behold,
fingers vye in the borderlines backcombed.
Fishing in the mist for high cards, fishing in the mist for us.
I'm at the pastry shop on the green here, I'm at the pastry shop with enough.
Oh and so you love him, oh and so you don't,
You've seen the bright white constellations and you can doff your
cap for coal.
As fingers vye for different pies you've known,
fingers vye for different pies behold,
fingers vye in the borderlines backcombed.
Let in your house or rather, let it be the one you'd miss
I'm in the wristwatch on the green here, I'm in the wristwatch
with the grips.
Oh and so you love him, oh and so the years,
You've seen the bright white constellations and you could doff your
cap in tears.
As fingers vye for different pies you've known,
fingers vye for different pies behold,
fingers vye in the borderlines backcombed.
I'm in the wristwatch on the green here, I'm in the wristwatch
by the stocks.
Oh and you love him, oh and so you may,
You've seen the bright white constellations and you can doff your
cap for days.
As fingers vye for different pies you've known,
fingers vye for different pies behold,
fingers vye in the borderlines backcombed.
Fishing in the mist for high cards, fishing in the mist for us.
I'm at the pastry shop on the green here, I'm at the pastry shop with enough.
Oh and so you love him, oh and so you don't,
You've seen the bright white constellations and you can doff your
cap for coal.
As fingers vye for different pies you've known,
fingers vye for different pies behold,
fingers vye in the borderlines backcombed.
Let in your house or rather, let it be the one you'd miss
I'm in the wristwatch on the green here, I'm in the wristwatch
with the grips.
Oh and so you love him, oh and so the years,
You've seen the bright white constellations and you could doff your
cap in tears.
As fingers vye for different pies you've known,
fingers vye for different pies behold,
fingers vye in the borderlines backcombed.