Alela Diane Clickity Clack
How do you?
How do you do?
How do you?
How do you do it?
Music maker,
Stop pressing those strings firmly to my down
The ground water is drying up to fill my jars again
And that Click Clack
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Clickity Clack
Clickity Clack
I'm through having your harsh march stare down my size
And punish what young is left in these eyes
Click Clack
Clickity Click Click Click Click
Clickity Clack
Clickity Clack
How do I?
Oh! How do I?
How do I? How did I? How can I?
How will I pick up and go?
Because I lack the wind in trees
And the sunlight in the afternoon
My button collections need to find a home
And that Click Clack
Clickity Click Click Click Click
Clickity Clack
Clickity Clack
I'm through having your harsh march stare down my size
And punish what young is left in these eyes
Click Clack
Clickity Click Click Click Click
Clickity Clack
Clickity Clack
But when I turn my back
When I turn my back I'll twirl my little skirt
And it'll be my shoes instead of yours
My shoes instead of yours
My shoes screaming that
Click Clack
Clickity Click Click Click Click
Clickity Clack
Clickity Clack
