Little Star

I blame it on the weather

I blame it on the weather

Stop if you've heard this one before
There's another sack of shit knocking at your door-it's Pip
He knows what you've done
What your capable of

See Sir, I see your made of tiny little nothings just like me
Don't know what to do
Flag flies at half mast and so do you

Do this one more time with feeling
And I'll be dancing on the ceiling
Talus men surround me
I don't know how but'chya found me

Do this one more time with feeling
And I'll be dancing on the ceiling
Talus men surround me
I don't know how but but'chya found me



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Connolly
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