Throwing Muses Start
You're so right he can swim He can breath underwater I'm so light I'm so good I'm all fathers' daughter I know he won't roam I know he won't roam I'm so blonde, you're so hot This could not be better I'm sorry I can't talk I can't think under pressure I've got nothing to say I've got nothing to say I climb you as I grow older By fifty I'll ride on your shoulder I'll start at his knees And I'll end in his dreams I'm so glad you could come Now breath underwater I'm so glad he's so charmed That I'll walk him back home And I'll keep him in bed I'll walk out the door And I'll live there instead I'll start at his knees And I'll end in his dreams
