I don't need to try and explain I just hold on tight And if it happens again I might move So slightly To the arms and the lips and the face Of the human cannonball That I need to I want to
Come stand a little bit closer Breath in and get a bit higher You'll never know what hit you When I get to you.
there's flies in the kitchen I can here them there buzzing and I ain't done nothing since I woke up today. How the hell can a person go to work in the morning, come home in the evening, and have nothing to say?
"I wonder why men get serious at all. They have this delicate, long thing hanging outside their bodies which goes up and down by its own will. If I were a man I would always be laughing at myself." ~Yoko Ono