Victoria,
it's been a year and a half and you never wrote back
Claudia,
you've simmered my hair and this way for style has made me look older
Just imagine we could stay till noon in the middle of June and me
We'd have some servants,
make time to sing for you
Oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh
We could work on fucks together No,
I don't like rats,
don't bother
You're dead or wild and catching
feather It's part of your imagination
We could work on fucks together No,
I don't like rats,
don't bother
You're dead or wild and catching
feather It's part of your imagination
Green storm, wild dreams,
glory, victory, false
Green storm,
wild dreams,
glory, victory,
false
Green storm,
wild dreams,
glory, victory, false
Oh,
we could work on fucks together No,
I don't like rats,
don't bother
You're dead or wild and catching feather
It's part of your imagination
We could work on fucks together No,
I don't like rats,
don't bother
You're dead or wild and catching
feather It's part of your imagination
Oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We could work on fucks together No,
I don't like rats,
don't bother