Oh,
Slimdoll
Your mother runs an antique shop She takes some stuff I take a lot
We sleep all day
Slow response I'm feeling like an afterthought
I guess I'm kinda lost in space And London's okay
She don't even ask what time it is
anymore Dressed up like it's World War 24
Sugar sweet She loves it when it hits her teeth
The river hides the carousel Oh, London, oh well
Coma
comes like bullets from a candy gun Delivers us into the sun
Oh, London, my love
She don't even ask what time it is anymore
Dressed up like it's World War 24
And if we get too high We'll burn this town
We'll burn
this town
We'll burn this town
Oh, baby bring me
downults baby bring me downults
Oh,
baby bring me downults Oh,
baby bring me downults
I'm all yours.
