[ Featuring MAXWELL FARRINGTON, Le SuperHomard ]
Hips
Here's the menu, choose what you like, this policy's brand new, it's
Defying the times, now place your feet upon the table, shake those hips
And see what falls out- on the floor
Into the world gripping your hand is mother nature's child, their starting up a
Band telling tales of bug-lit statues, mirrors of a delicate past where the
Animals are open and the trees tell sappy tales but it's raining outside, is it
Calling? calling you here, my dear..?
Fallen by night, raised for the light, protected by angels that sport all things
Bright now place your feet upon the table - shake those hips and see what
Falls out, smack those lips like we did before
