Song About A Girl Up To A Point

Let's lay the groundwork down

One million holes make your golden story go fall in the mall

Don't worry, go slow

Don't stand tall, just lay low

Don't stand at all

You can kiss 'em when they're crying

Can't miss 'em when you're a-lying

An octopus arm is no cause for alarm

There's seven to go and the sun's still a big one

Your mouth is a bad mouth

Your tongue cruel and long

Your two big hands too big

Let's repeat it:

Your tongue is more than a tongue is more than a tongue is

So place a pox upon these summer days

They curse us in many different ways

Oh, I fear we belong here

I fear we belong here

Will good songs be gone, will bad ones be near

Will good songs be gone, will bad ones be near

My Dear, fuck you and fuck August