it`s the plan of mostto discover that magnificent ghostwhen did I get pervertedand my innocent eyes divertedfrom a view so grandimbued with distractions
I`m greedy like Senior BabbittI`m just chasing that electric rabbitI`m a reluctant rebelI just want to be Aaron Nevillewith a crown on my headand my denim shirt all dark with sweat
I`m just pushing the paint aroundon advice from your lying mouthyou touched me and then you ranand left a sad Peter Panall alone and awkwardbut a transformation
I swear it will occur