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Baxter Dury

Picnic On The Edge

 

Picnic On The Edge

(альбом: Happy Soup - 2011)


Cuddle and wait
A huddle on the floor
Cool cats all a muddle at the door
What a bore. Badger just score
Barking at the dark
Face like a basking jar

She's a dark princess
She doesn't really need this
Shes waiting vivid west wood
Do you mind if I kiss you?
Have a little cuddle?
There's no way that's going to go

Silly little rave queen
Mumbling dirty options
Sitting on my lap
Who am I the sort of chap
Watching you dance
A bit scared now

Then badgers snuggling up
With ambitions
Breaking my love
And all the posh girls are laughing
And I've got to think quick

Who am I
Who am I!

(Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da! dala dala dala!)

So the taxi
Drives off into the mistic
And I bid fairwell to you
I'm stuck a badger
And his crew lowing it down in poetry

I'll sit on this fence forever
Except all living

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