Cliché! The critical eyes of expert gaze Touche to Sheilas quackin' out of expurgate Santé, I quell like I exasperate
Honey, I'm at poise Get out of the room Mm... baby, out of the room Where's your Roly Poly for'
Esay-Bolderdash! Easy-Bolderdash!
Lose me not; I always write a song of a gun! I'm sorry but I have to be alive...
A supersonic BOOM you hear now A superstatic tune from me now
I say: "Such pride could have easily lit the night bright" ow ow ow ow ow ow!
One must say I'm rock enough to roll, ow ow ow ow ow Some can say I'm much too freakish You don't want me inside your head now Inshalah, Inshallah, Inshallah, you sing with me
It would be nice to get out of your womb Savouring some peace it would be nice It would be nice to get out of your womb Savouring some peace it would be... So nice!
High 5 My alter-ego terminates Cheerio to all the hocus-pocus that I execrate Oh no, it has never been easy
Esay-Bolderdash! Easy-Bolderdash!
Lose me not; I always write a song of a gun! I'm sorry but I have to be alive...
A supersonic BOOM you hear now A superstatic tune from me now
I say: "Such pride could have easily lit the night bright" ow ow ow ow ow ow!
One must say I'm rock enough to roll, ow ow ow ow ow Some can say I'm much too freakish You don't want me inside your head now Inshalah, Inshallah, Inshallah, you sing with me
It would be nice to get out of your womb Savouring some peace it would be nice It would be nice to get out of your womb Savouring some peace it would be... So nice!
I liked it my way I like it my way I think Valensia has fallen
A supersonic BOOM you hear now A superstatic tune from me now
I say: "Such pride could have easily lit the night bright" ow ow ow ow ow ow!
One must say I'm rock enough to roll, ow ow ow ow ow Some can say I'm much too freakish You don't want me inside your head now Inshalah, Inshallah, Inshallah, you sing with me
It would be nice to get out of your womb Savouring some peace it would be nice It would be nice to get out of your womb Savouring some peace it would be nice It would be nice to get out of your womb Savouring some peace it would be... So nice!
It would be nice! Toot-toot, Boing-boing
(When did the Poetry became Aenigmas which you can't decode What I'm about to tell you is between you, me and the lamp-post I've been used and abused inside and out And there was nothing I could do or say Look at the words flowing out of my Pencil To pinpoint the Figurehead of this Charade Mayte's word # 100)