Rp9a Lyrics

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