Fangs
'Bang!'
The sound of the overhang
Stank in the room, found some food
Dang, that's banging man
Mood - not in the
You must understand
It's fusty groove tunes that blast a dusty cloud
Past my headband
A waste of good cash
Stood mashed
Looked dashing
Rather smashing
But shallow, with sallow skin
It's what he did in the shadows that was harrowing
Met on the Barrow-downs
Found mounds of ground all down his
Ring sting and pink linen filament mink-skin habilement
It was kinked, fixed it with a bobby pin
Wink-wink
An eye for an eye but all Belinda did was blink
On the sly
Why oh why was she thrust in the sink?
Symbolic signs like frickin' Wingdings
'Dang!'
The thang was Alexander Wang
Manic slanderous angst turned to shame as
He burned the pages
Yet stayed for ages
Saw his crazed mates in strange cages
Rage to stun the spectators
Mangey spectral forms reminded him
Patience wore thin
Mind recalling more things
Like the time in the night
When he fought Mike and all his nine or ten bestest of friends
I need a second, just give me a second (Oh, I)
I need a second, just give me a second
I need a second, just give me a second (Oh, I)
I need a second, just give me a second
The sound of the overhang
Stank in the room, found some food
Dang, that's banging man
Mood - not in the
You must understand
It's fusty groove tunes that blast a dusty cloud
Past my headband
A waste of good cash
Stood mashed
Looked dashing
Rather smashing
But shallow, with sallow skin
It's what he did in the shadows that was harrowing
Met on the Barrow-downs
Found mounds of ground all down his
Ring sting and pink linen filament mink-skin habilement
It was kinked, fixed it with a bobby pin
Wink-wink
An eye for an eye but all Belinda did was blink
On the sly
Why oh why was she thrust in the sink?
Symbolic signs like frickin' Wingdings
'Dang!'
The thang was Alexander Wang
Manic slanderous angst turned to shame as
He burned the pages
Yet stayed for ages
Saw his crazed mates in strange cages
Rage to stun the spectators
Mangey spectral forms reminded him
Patience wore thin
Mind recalling more things
Like the time in the night
When he fought Mike and all his nine or ten bestest of friends
I need a second, just give me a second (Oh, I)
I need a second, just give me a second
I need a second, just give me a second (Oh, I)
I need a second, just give me a second
Credits
Writer(s): Oliver Shaw
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