Текст песни Prospect Hummer

It's quiet on my floor

Except for a gospel ladies

Just the smell of some wicked candles

Makes me thinks into the...

They wear light rimmed hats and joyful smiles

Who loved to run up the street branch

And in the middle of it is a puddle of water

Wind of faithful voices

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

Whoa whoa whoa whoa

Your cat is a friendly brother

Who'd offer his heart with allegience

And if he could talk we'd be best friends

The only friend he has is his food bowl
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And he bites away at your book hand

For the commendable attention you give him

And you cuddle for a half an hour

And he dreams about his food bowl

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

Whoa whoa whoa whoa

I'll leave you in my heart

Six or seven later

I'm still very very hungry

I'm still writing songs I can play

But my heaven is all around me

And there's Zulu in my body

Have I eaten all the very good dates now

Is our night worth contemplating?