Speaker 1: I was off in a forest somewhere, I don't know where, but somewhere, and I was sitting on top of this huge tree, and I don't know how I got there. Like that tree way over there, that's just this little tiny twaint, and I was just sitting on it and I was afraid to move, and I moved and the tree just bent with me and that was weird
Speaker 2: That's cool
Your love is like a building
Pushing up towards the sky
I just want to climb your tower
To your dress like apple pie
Oh, I love you on a Tuesday
Oh, I love you on a Tuesday moon
Let's dribble hand on my perfume
I am changing colors daily
Jumping to my postbox
While everything's exploding, baby
In your dress I'll sleep a while
Oh, it's flying toward some Tuesday
Oh, it's flying toward some Tuesday moon
Into the air like a balloon
She's taking scissors to her wing
It's shrinking diesel through my room
With no arms and legs, can you dig?
Can you dig it?
Your love is like a drunken stupor
Falling into push paper holes
Into my insides I scoop her
Burning up her real time flows
Oh, I love you on a Tuesday
Oh, I love you on a Tuesday moon
Let's dribble hand on my perfume
Let's dribble hand on my perfume
Let's dribble hand on my perfume
