Tekster:
Nellie Mckay Get Away From Me

dwell with me So look who i got born Clonie Far from broke Bored rich folk We don't need no natural yolk Our babies come full formed Clonie We'll be huggable Get

Send a breeze a pitbull's yelp A tender squeeze, a cry for help Make it now and make it fast Such memories can never last I long for the day, music and

Everybody knows you're no beginner But the bums say oh, things ain't what they seem You're the respectable member of society But you don't have nothin' on me

it sigh Does that it mean that it's gone far far away/ Is this your day to buy a paper, draw a mustache? Make the mayor a giraffe, try and tempt fate Get

Oh, waiter bring me my check soon I have a hectic schedule I'm saddened by the news that we won I wonder what I'd say to the bomb Where are you now,

poor little dreams all wrapped up in burlap That you carry around for a sniff or a snack Or a taste in your haste to get right back on track Outta whack

I wanna get married Yes, I need a spouse I want a nice leave it to beaverish Golden retriever And a little white house I wanna get married I need to

hustle People are dying now Do something you ugly cow Sorry for myself again Me, my wallet and my men Jesus I love you Frank I love you, too Hit the road together Get

I'm just a walkin' my dog Singin' my song, strollin' along It's just me and my dog, catchin' some sun We can't go wrong My life was lonely and blue Yeah