Tuesday Moon

Your love is like a building

Pushing up towards the sky

I just wanna climb your tower

To your dress like apple pie

Oh I love you on a Tuesday

Oh I love you on a Tuesday moon

Vegetable hand on my perfume

I am changing colors daily

Jumping to my postbox

While everything's exploding baby

In your dress I'll sleep a while

Oh its flying toward some Tuesday

Oh its flying toward some Tuesday moon

Into the air like a balloon

She's taking scissors to her wing

It's shrinking diesel through my room

With no arms and legs, can you dig?

Can you dig it?

Your love is like a drunken stuper

Falling into push paper holes

Into my insides I scoop her

Burning up her real time flows

Oh I love you on a Tuesday

Oh I love you on a Tuesday moon

Vegetable hand on my perfume

Vegetable hand on my perfume

Vegetable hand on my perfume