that makes me so nervous start
a lemon tree is so pretty
the lemon blossom is so sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon
is impossible
Janine, I drink you up
Janine, I drink you up
Janine
Janine
I sing
if you were the balding sea
and I were a cup of
Verick Street and I drove south
with my hands on the wheel
and your taste in my mouth
cigarette
baby's coming up
fire
Jesus to my left
the Holland Sun along my right
angels shine down
from the traffic light
light, light, light
Janine, I drink you up
Janine, I drink you up
Janine, I drink you up
Janine, I drink you up
Janine, I drink you up
Janine, I drink you up
Janine, I drink you up



Janine, I drink you up
Janine, I drink you up
Janine, I drink you up
Janine, I drink you up
6 minute later, too sad
And as I drifted off
I heard Al Roper say to me
Dial 1-900-4J-A-N-I-N-E
Janine, I drank you up
Janine, I drank you up
Janine, Janine
I sang
If you were the one
The ball didn't see
And I were a couple
Slap myself to waking
But now it's too late
Cause I spelled your name out
On my license plate
Don't look so serious
Smile
Walk a mile
Hiss
More and over
You're better

Like a fly wing
Wing
Wing
Wing
Wing

Two for nine
Two for nine
Baby blue
Baby blue
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Pretty you're so
Pretty you're so messy
Pretty stupzy
Laugh
I don't wanna cry
Leather
All this hard work

Looks like money

Poo
If you get nervous
I'm sorry
If I design ourselves

If you want me to

Kill me
Burn me
Ugh
Heat

Yeah
Punk
I'micios








On the way, yeah, nice day, nice day, men below, see you soon, yeah, yeah.