Tekster:
Flop Whenever You Re Ready

On to Venus you shall go I will too And don't complain there is no foliage I'm headed half way up to you I've gathered everyone I know Send your children

somewhere Residing in the gallantry of everybody Waiting through the continuum of time Your longitude and latitude collide You say you want to lead the people You love god and you

goodbye Your iron will fail you now And so you throw it to the wind See you are a creep A long and lonely time ago Somebody told you to believe And you

I haven't got a car You haven't got an opinion I don't have no regrets, baby All the words that you'll say someday There were no whores in my bed, maybe

Sidney Trefusis has ceased to live today Agatha Wylie said she'd throw it all away I heard it a long time ago The things she said to me You're a lucky

to you And all your friends who tell you what you do is good I fall down laughing as they offer you their gratitude For making them believe the things you

go by Oh a hundred million years ago There wasn't need of lumbering sauropods For man would soon give birth to god and breed But you were made into a

got that fie fie Who got that fie fie delish (Cee-Lo) Now get back, you hit you get hit back Click clack, Bu-yak! Automatic at-tack, got gats Whenever, however, you

what a sap I was [Roxie Hart] You double-crosser! You big bluffer mouth! You promised you'd stay... [Amos Hart] What're you talking about? You've been