Dry Cleaning Let Me Grow And You'll See The Fruit
By the balls of my feet!
Go somewhere, read something, go for a walk, listen to something, hiccup, hiccup
Racing ahead, laser in, locked in, everyone else can go f..ck it!
I can do anything, say anything
Power
A whole day to spend
No limit, no restriction, no interruption
Tears squeeze out
I can watch this TV show for however long, Armstrong
No one coming along with a video call or a survey or a dick pic or a loud bang
Or a smell that comes up
You see, I'm afraid about my privacy.Can't get me anything bigger than a sample size
Wind up winch legs
It's April. Next stop, Panini Island
Perhaps some day, even this…
Such a short distance
You know, let me grow and you will see the fruit
Let me grow and you will see the fruit
Thank you, to me, for coming
People move away from me
I constantly think there are spiders on me and around me
I enjoyed your gig, even though I thought there were spiders all over me
Thank yous every time (thank you)
Everyone can be very sexually attractive
I dearly want to make friends
I yearn for a friend who I can tell my secrets to
Why does the past hurt me so?
The world is laughing at me
I am such a disaster
(Everyday, I'm a shell.)
A shell fallen down and dead, curled, like a heavy, downy baby goose
