Your love is like a building Pushing up towards the sky I just want to climb your tower To your dress like apple pie Oh, I love you on a Tuesday Oh, I love you on a Tuesday moon Vegetable handle my perfume I am changing colors daily Jumping to my postbox Now everything's exploding, baby In your dress I'll sleep a while Oh, it's flying toward some Tuesday Oh, it's flying toward some Tuesday moon Into the air like a balloon She's taking scissors to her wing It's ink and easel through my room With no arms and legs, can you dig? Can you dig it? Your love is like a drunken stupor Falling into push paper holes Into my insides I scoop her Burning up her real time flows Oh, I love you on a Tuesday Oh, I love you on a Tuesday moon Vegetable handle my perfume Vegetable handle my perfume Vegetable handle my perfume
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