Broken my umbrellar in the storm (Oh) Baby said she likes to keep me warm (Oh, oh) Diamonds was embedded on her horn (Beep-beep) Driving through the tunnels in the morn (Wake up) Her father owns a factory making corn (Chomp-chomp) Told me that she wasn’t natural born (What?) Stolen off a planet, I was torn (Hmm) Chamomile’s a luxury adorned (Ahh)
Last pint from that last night I don’t know if that was real And I swear I’m superstitious ‘Bout her sex appeal Last blunt from that last night I don’t know if that was real When she brought her wand out I knew I had lost our deal
I really gutted out her womb A fickle fight, an icky croon Her breath condensed into a flume And pulls her eyes into a tomb Fuck her whip, she rode a broom Casts a spell onto the moon All this worth that she exhume All this worth that she exhume
Last pint from that last night I don’t know if that was real And she knows I’m superstitious ‘Bout her sex appeal
Last pint from that last night I don’t know if that was real And I swear I’m superstitious ‘Bout her sex appeal Last blunt from that last night I don’t know if that was real When she brought her wand out I knew I had lost our deal