Yoko

Oh No!
I love my Yoko
Sitting up in bed
While the media taking photos
When we getting married
The press they want to know
They all think you're scary
But I just want you close

Oh No!
I love my Yoko
The end of the world is coming
But we're going on a high note
I feel like we're forever
Like the X that's in my spinal
She wants to have a clone
She doesn't want to have a child

Oh No!
I love my Yoko
She painted me a portrait
That she made with blood from her nose
The city of New York
Elects us King and Queen of Soho
She's been sitting in the dark
Living off cigarettes and snowcones

Oh No!
I love my Yoko
Sitting up in bed
While the media taking photos
When we getting married
The press they want to know
They all think you're scary
But I just want you close



Credits
Writer(s): Triston Smith
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