Texty:
Porro Chris Lampreys And Gigolos

trucks in the back yard are rusted forgotten The apple trees fruit has all fallen and rotten The grass has gone un-mowed and each blade is crazy Its over and

go round And I'm driving a cloud my horn is a lovers whisper and she purring to come back to bed and the sun will come down and warm us for breakfast

is gracious and openly gay The life that he's seen's not the life that he saw For himself when the tassels and homework were done. Now the meetings and

I write this song Can't we all get along, we'll have fun at the beach Here's my acceptancy speech Put together your hands For my producer and songwriter and

been us So cross this bay and tow this rope Your daddy lied but he's the pope And no one stands up to that guy There were no heroes to arrive And lampreys

out the sadness of my life Let us run, my girl and i. Let us run for all we?re given time While we can, jump up and down i?ll do cart wheels just to be

is always there to sing A song to keep your mind off disappointments Remind you how things come and go and.. I'm almost sure I wanna stay asleep and

boy? oooh, and you grew little boy and learned to shed those bright ideas you see little boy? now, there's a building downtown with coffee breaks and