dear andy summers i've had dreams again
I was hopin i could cover you
i'm thinking of an object in a room
maihama mama say its true
some somersette's are sanyo mixin gold
but borin pussies, i'm not sold
i'm gum back sunday big inside
i'm gonna send ya nicodye
i'm com' back sunday big inside
gone, gonna sunday wantcha cut yr ribbons slide
i dropped – and rolled dip bull whip strides
that dragman come at you!
I'm comin on a land-rope big and low
i'm gonna said you wanna fucking sniffin load
I dropped– and rolled them bull whips right
I found my love its you
The days cold
and then you grow old
double the kicks you get my drift
my supple days is
done with old ways
the windy freeways
ripple the shit that always hit
my wall of sound is
sick
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