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The painted faces congregate,
In the mating season,
To second homes,
They go alone,
In no rush leave 'em,
And there's a fountain,
And a scimitar,
Shaped yellow light,
And it picks you up,
And cuts you down to size.
The people there,
And the furniture,
Start to seem important,
And a whole lot more,
You catch the floor,
With a vivid and absortant sharpened arc,
Like the scimitar,
Shaped yellow light,
That picks you up,
And cuts you down to size,
Oh I had questions for the tap dancer,
Sat on my lap,
And she had child proof caps on her answers,
Stolen blower blow me a scone,
And show me that handsome enhancer,
She had a rock on her throttle,
And a brown glass bottle full of,
Shavings from the sun,
Although those shoes affect your step,
Don't forget, whose legs you're on.
There's a fountain and a scimitar,
Shaped yellow light,
And it picks you up,
And it cuts you down to size.
In the mating season,
To second homes,
They go alone,
In no rush leave 'em,
And there's a fountain,
And a scimitar,
Shaped yellow light,
And it picks you up,
And cuts you down to size.
The people there,
And the furniture,
Start to seem important,
And a whole lot more,
You catch the floor,
With a vivid and absortant sharpened arc,
Like the scimitar,
Shaped yellow light,
That picks you up,
And cuts you down to size,
Oh I had questions for the tap dancer,
Sat on my lap,
And she had child proof caps on her answers,
Stolen blower blow me a scone,
And show me that handsome enhancer,
She had a rock on her throttle,
And a brown glass bottle full of,
Shavings from the sun,
Although those shoes affect your step,
Don't forget, whose legs you're on.
There's a fountain and a scimitar,
Shaped yellow light,
And it picks you up,
And it cuts you down to size.
Lyrics submitted by brfcmaniac
Track duration: 03:35
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"You catch the floor,
With a vivid and absortant sharpened arc,
Like the scimitar"
"Oh I had questions for the tap dancer"
"Although those shoes affect your step,
Don't forget, whose legs you're on."
i dont reli know wat its about to be honest i know a scimitar is like a sword and that would explain the sharpened arc and cuts you down to size :P but i doubt its about fighting seems more like dancing around in somewere glamourous either way its genious <3 <3