: Your love is like a stubborn youth That you'd rather deny I'm walking on a broken roof But I'm looking at the sky It's all false love and affection
: Don't tell me not to stare at you. I see the danger in your eyes. I would go anywhere with you: into your private paradise. into your bedroom point
: I been around the world I seen a lot of things That make your chicken curl You're squeezing like boys and teasing like girls Confusing like boys and
: Swallow up And then go flush it down Monday special Get with the latest sound So here?s a treat Go waste it?s sweetness on the desert air Brand new
: [Intro: Warcloud] Lucky charms... When it rains the flowers drip candy To attack and spit ground... [Chorus x2: Warcloud] Hot apple pie, a scoop of
TOY Toy, Toy, Toy, Toy Toy, Toy, Toy, Toy Toy, Toy, Toy, Toy Toy, Toy, Toy, Toy The simpletons are turnip white More than all and delicate Take away
Old toy trains, little toy tracks Little boy toys, comin' from a sack Carried by a man dressed in white and red Little boy don?t you think it?s time you
Stranger licks, but this hurts better Slimy tickles on my bones I'm having a thrill with my jet setter I just don't want to be alone I just don't want
Bert: "Look at this mess! Ernie, don't you think it's time to put all these toys away?" Ernie: (looks up from the fire engine) "Well yes, but I didn'
Old toy trains, little toy tracks Little toy drums coming from a sack Carried by a man dressed in white and red Little boy, don't you think it's time
Push, shove Push, shove Don't you push, don't you shove Don't you push, don't you shove My daddy would go crazy If he knew what his baby Was spendin'
We are the night We'll tempt you and turn you on Live in our hearts And play with your man Oh, these are your toys Hold them and they'll obey Blood into
Love, love is like a stubborn youth That you'd rather just deny I'm walking on a broken roof While I'm looking at the sky It's all false love and affection
Cindy's spending too much money on clothes Ken is going back to Gay Bob The teddy bears swear the neighborhood's gone Since the moving in of polliwog
You want it, you got it Now what you gonna do with it You want it, you got it Now what you gonna do with it I've been around the world, I've seen a lot
Look at my mouth, a thin painted line Look at my limbs, bent up and bundled in twine Forever, ever mine Form of a tree, shape of a child I wish I could
Don?t tell me not to stare at you I see the danger in your eyes I would go anywhere with you Into your private paradise Into your bedroom point of view