You’ve just been in a crash and no one knows
You’ve just given blood to no one knows
Millions of quimbis’ will sell their souls
to kiss your hands to touch your face
How many times when the wires’ broke
There’s no moving forward
There’s no moving back
Give me a kiss but forget the touch.
I can’t believe, yes
There seems to be a lot of indecision in this world
clear the runway.
change change change for the better
change change, but don’t go bad.
don’t go funny, don’t go sour,
Just kiss her good bye.
Quimbi on the run like a pink flamingo
Height of conception in a polyester suit
I don’t want your sex and he don’t want your diet pills.
I can’t believe