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Jets To Brazil
MILK AND APPLES
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Now she's milk and she's apples
you're scotch and segregation
lips like molasses
you're smiling saccharine sidewalks
Crashing the car just to make a connection each week
greasing the palm of the grease monkey keep it discreet
While she types and she answers
you pay for information
wonder what are the chances
just pray there's conversation
Taking your faith past her desk on a mid day drive
radio filling aborting your mission drive by
You're in the bathroom playing dead
i just know numbers now i'm feeling
what am i feeling what am i feeling and what i feeling
i can't cut though to you
Caught yourself while undressing
nude in a cold reflection
hands probe assessing
slow pills to change the painting
Running the ship over rocks as the sirens sing storms
taking the water to heart as you make for the shore
She's milk and apples
and i'm on nine
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Now she's milk and she's apples you're scotch and segregation lips like molasses you're smiling saccharine sidewalks Crashing the car just to make a connection each week greasing the palm of the grease monkey keep it discreet While she types and she answers you pay for information wonder what are the chances just pray there's conversation Taking your faith past her desk on a mid day drive radio filling aborting your mission drive by You're in the bathroom playing dead i just know numbers now i'm feeling what am i feeling what am i feeling and what i feeling i can't cut though to you Caught yourself while undressing nude in a cold reflection hands probe assessing slow pills to change the painting Running the ship over rocks as the sirens sing storms taking the water to heart as you make for the shore She's milk and apples and i'm on nine
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