Mr. Walker & The Pimps Rp9a
Hi there As the topographic sea Flows into the phone Goodbye And the colors change New palettes in my eyes Is it my mind I fried the omelet. Welcome You got mail As the purple car goes down the Mushroom in the microphone We've got a bunny here. Maybe it's just me. Maybe it's not just you Maybe it is me Maybe it's the palette in my ear How do things work The omelet is burning My stomach hurts my fruit loops are getting cold