You are a teenage runt with a lot of cream, sparky
Gone floating down a river to Madrid
And a car pull in softly
Waiting for the footsteps
How has as she followed me here?
The tent I went to wasn’t mine, it was a cantaloupe’s
Cantaloupes are so good to eat
When you dream of your ??? in a shower
Gone floatin’ down a river to Madrid
I love you my lady
I love you like I do
Why you make me so blue?
A-kill me, kill me, kill me
Achilles, kill me
I think I’m a goner
When I see one of your shoes
Gone floatin’ down a river to Madrid
You’re the reason I live
You’re the cause of my death
I love what I can’t help
You took my success
Will you take my failure?
After Arny (?) took a pill from the bottom
He wasn’t n’er the same
You ought to be gone floatin’ down a river to Madrid
I hear you bought a new dress
A red the color of your kiss
Darlin’ are you with me now?
A-kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
Ahh it’s my time to die
When I think of your black lips
Gone floatin’ down a river to Madrid
Found a painted pony in your breast
Can I tell you the rest?
I love you goddess
Listen mister, can you be my monkey?
Feel my pulse take a stab at my arm
I was meant to have a garden
Gone floatin’ down a river to Madrid
Jezebel, you’re my favorite — in your country I roam
Listen to me now, lady
Worst I had to tell you was I followed you here
First you made me promise that I wouldn’t leave
Then I found my freedom
Gone floatin’ down a river to Madrid
Lost some lovely on the way
You gave them back I heard you say
You’re my only lover
Like a kangaroo I’m only half doing what I do
Jesus stares at me from the wall
And I think I like your bosom
Aww gone floatin’ down a river to Madrid
Ahh, you hear my music
Oh, lord I think it’s hard to tell how she followed me here
― Ian c=====8 (orion), Thursday, 16 September 2004 02:06 (twenty-one years ago)