Broken my umbrellar in the storm (oh)
Baby said she likes to keep me warm (oh oh)
Diamonds was embedded on her horn (beep beep)
Driving through the tunnels in the morn (wake up)
Her father owns a factory making corn (chomp chomp)
Told me that she wasn't natural born (what?)
Stolen off a planet, I was torn (hmm)
Chamomile's a luxury adorned (ahh)
Last pint from that last night
I don't know if that was real
And I swear I'm superstitious
Bout her sex appeal
Last blunt from that last night
I don't know if that was real
When she brought her wand out
I knew I had lost our deal
I really gutted out her womb
A fickle fight, an icky croon
Her breath condensed into a flume
And pulls her eyes into a tomb
Fuck her whip, she rode a broom
Casts a spell onto the Moon
All this worth that she exhume
All this worth that she exhume
Last pint from that last night
I don't know if that was real
And she knows I'm superstitious
'Bout her sex appeal
Last pint from that last night
I don't know if that was real
And I swear I'm superstitious
'Bout her sex appeal
Last blunt from that last night
I don't know if that was real
When she brought her wand out
I knew I had lost our deal
