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Laika Silver Apples Of The Moon

Them trashy types just outta milk teeth Keep bluffin' me with their big girly eyes Them trashy types them college girls Don't know squat about guys like

Jump at the sun And if you miss You can't help But grab some stars (Don't give me an answer I'll wish I never asked)

Let me sleep I'm through now I'll just close my eyes I know I didn't do it It's too late to explain I'm tired He's screaming he knows where I've been

to the rising sun On again away till dawn never straight And way too long I weighed the trees And hills on scales the zig-zag lightning And killer whales silver

Sittin' in the corner Eye-in' little jella Her head all clink-clank Scary box of knick-knacks She's always in a scurry-scurry Shakin' with her Worry-