Из альбома: A Tea Party of Love
Honey, I'm with the Flinch Mo
I'll clean up your inkspot
I love just the red dot
Pencil through my hand
You always go to work sick
I think you had a wood tick
The virus will not hurt you
Pencil through my hand
Looking for the right coat,
laughing like a mountain goat,
spending all my time with a
Pencil through my hand