bees and banana trees and fly canapees and ladys that be lookin like theyre vandati man the cotton candy flow through my soul man baby said she liked my
you Oh shit, well, I'll cook myself a brew I got my own way home, I got my own keys So, why you looking at me like you my lady? I got my own kinds of
and its trapped in the alley and the lighting is fair bartenders laughing with strangers i reach from the wall and i pull up a chair singing luck be a lady
