Well I'm told It's true My skippies turned to news A pasty femme fuzz Talks on the wall to me But I wouldn't know I'm searching in the sunday weather Take me where it hits And I could fall Like we're falling over And I wanna be your tall Talking type In overalls at night Oh tattooed triangles Appear as you get close to me And I know Cause baby we could get together Take me where it hits And I could fall Like we're falling over Took a walk down to 5th avenue To see a big hotel for big doggos For bigger doggos that want A really really big view And I thought I woulda liked it But I got Just a little bit jealous So I did Some meditative breathing And I felt Just a little bit better And I know You're such A lost and rare disease So I lick my knees And I feel my squeeze And I get you Over when I get the Feeling I could be