George Dorn Screams 69 Moles
Till my mother screaming
Makes my father praying
Ill be telling lies
after supper time
would it be suspicious
if I made few wishes
I want to shave my head
Want to run away
Im out of senses
But my hand in your hand
Keeps my sight above that
Till I tear you up
With one word again
And Im always sorry
And it makes me worry
That its not my turn
To spend time with you
Im out of senses
And your body cover
Sixty-nine moles
Sixty-nine moles
I dont mind at all
Moles as raindrops fall
On my neck and nose
You look good to me
Let me taste them all
Im out of senses
Oh I hate that tram
Keeping us apart
Oh It breaks my heart
Every time it rides
Im out of senses
