Texty:
Aflite

Wake up, man, it's late but not too late It's six o'clock like everyday Get your things, run and forget the rain Take power pills, don't miss your train

Her hair hints little highlights of a brownish brunette The moonlight through the curtain shows perfectly her silhouette We've never met But we're in

Catch a train to my place Call me when you get into town babe I'm gonna meet you at the station, oh yeah You can tell me why you're feeling down Is it

My head is a box filled with nothing And that's the way I like it My garden's a secret compartment And that's the way I like it And that's the way I like

If you were Lucy, I'd be your Ricky When you were juicy, I'd get real sticky And when you're magic, it makes me tricky, too Yeah, I'm a Sony, you're

When I was a boy I never played with toys Never had a friend, never laughed or cried much And when I was a boy my father was a man With a strict and sturdy

If I ain't cool my daddy gonna send me To military school If I ain't nice my girlie gonna freeze me With cold shoulder ice If I'm real late my teacher

Yeah, I'm such a liar, one time I told you You were the highlight of all of my sexual life While I'm confessing when you're undressing I was picking the

Zorro lies dying In the Spanish sun All the women crying, Especially the pretty ones He drew his sword... They came with guns Stealing is stealing