Used to know a boy, he was so shy Never knew his thoughts, he never knew mine My troubles disappeared whenever he came close Was walking on air, my feelings
Used to know a boy He was so shy Never knew his thoughts He never knew mine My troubles disappeared Whenever he came close Was walking on air My feelings
: Used to know a boy He was so shy Never knew his thoughts He never knew mine My troubles disappeared Whenever he came close Was walking on air My
, were so real. And I kept distance: the complications cloud the postcards and blip through fiberoptics, as the girls with pigtails were running from little
main drag. People would turn to see who's making the racket. It's not the first time. When they lay down the fish will swim upstream and I'll contest
can't fly?'', he said; to which the Duck cleverly replied, ``I'm a duck! Stupid!'' They argued and argued. The Duck swimming in the pond. The little
Repeat Chorus: Well Huck I wouldn't be afraid to swim the river Or sail a little boat across the sea You know I'd even face a fire breathing dragon
, hey, hey, sweet little Cherubin Where has your papa been? You've got the keys to his chariot And I bet it looks hilarious To watch it drag the terriers
legs wrapped round your head You're losing her to some crazy kind of motion You keep coming up for air You look around and stare Find you're swimming
In order to water ski, really you should swim, right? You're not gonna stay up there all the time, now And I don't like to swim, really You know what swimming
descending. Swimming in the crooked waters. Hello Sid Vicious, goodbye Brooklyn Dodgers... No joke. Hit the low note. We all go to heaven in a little
main drag People would turn to see who's making the racket It's not the first time When they lay down the fish will swim upstream And I'll contest but
main drag People would turn To see who's Making the racket It's not the first time When they lay down The fish will swim upstream And I'll contest
Some days, I couldn't get up I couldn't get down Bored of everything Somehow a little black cloud Rained over me Someone was making me mad Good turned
pennies I'ma drag my sneakers through the dirt like alligator bellies 'Til the cloud burst Honour and a loud thirst submersed in a trap Little drummer
a bed of pushpins Let's connect the thrill of volume to a flat earth J-walkin a hook the past just passed the mere dragon bandwagon passages I'm sorry
out of my little day dream I was sailing backwards through the wind in my head When I saw the lights turn on and you were dragging me out Again in my little
