the day the earth met the woim toins by Francesca Woodman, visionary hallucinatory situationist photography by bobby neel adams, max ernst, abnormal rockwell
less is more, more or less
Lady sniff my twisted Lincoln, lady walk alone
Lately when I see you, baby, Lord I gotta go
Walking down that stinky highway, got to meet my man
Lately when I smell you, baby, oh my goddamn
Lady sniff my broken teabag, lady walk the road
Lately when I see that teabag, I can't take the load
Lady walk that greasy gravy, Lordy
Lately when I eat you baby, Lord, I just can't see
(Lady walk with Furry Burry: 2.6), animally in, yeah
Lately when I see you baby, got to have my sin
Lady (walk that greasy highway, stinky holy war: 2.5)
Lately when I see you baby, walking out that door
Lady fold my wall to wall, know what the hell you say
(Walk 'em on those roly-polys each and every day: 2.1)
(Lady in my stinky pinky, rooty dooty do: 2.3)
Lately when I see you, baby, don't know what I do