Letra de Song About A Girl Up To A Point

Let's lay the groundwork down One million holes make your golden story go fall in the mall Don't worry, go slow Don't stand tall, just lay low Don't stand at all You can kiss 'em when they're crying Can't miss 'em when you're a-lying An octopus arm is no cause for alarm There's seven to go and the sun's still a big one Your mouth is a bad mouth Your tongue cruel and long Your two big hands too big Let's repeat it: Your tongue is more than a tongue is more than a tongue is So place a pox upon these summer days They curse us in many different ways Oh, I fear we belong here I fear we belong here Will good songs be gone, will bad ones be near Will good songs be gone, will bad ones be near My Dear, fuck you and fuck August