Из альбома: High Class in Borrowed Shoes
(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois)
She caught me in the washrooms / i had crayons in my hands
I want to make grafitti / i want to put a little blood / in america's veins
C she said if you want to get down in the dark / i'll come with you
cause i see that natural look in your eyes
She stopped me in the washrooms / i had latex in my hands
I wanna paint the stars and stripe / all over your dress--C
Oh water
Oh oh water
My blood is not made of water / it's not made of apple pie
Its made of laughter / it's made of laughter
Its the heart of america's veins