Can Spoon
Carrying my own in the afternoon,
Hiding a spoon she will be soon.
Waiting fork brings a knife,
Speeds me her joke, she slips me a line.
Carrying my own in the afternoon,
Hiding a spoon she will be soon.
Waiting fork brings a knife,
Speeds me her joke, she slips me a line.
Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care,
Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care.
Carrying my own in the afternoon,
Hiding a spoon she will be soon.
Waiting fork brings a knife,
Speeds me her joke, she slips me a line.
Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care,
Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care,
Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care,
Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care,
Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care,
Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care,
Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care,
Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care,
Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care,
Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want to care.
