Bowerbird

There is a man giving me the finger
Tantalising, below some dark robes
Electric powered mobile throne
(I'm not into it)

Where can I place? Where to bestow?
If it's numbered and mint, it's coming home
I'd tell you if I was addicted but I'd first have to admit

Great decision
Propositions

This all feels weird
It's not the time to be queuing up and lining
Baskets and baskets online
The pots more or less dried

You are my prize and joy

You, you, you are...
It's all a lie
(Those things you've heard)
(Those things you've heard)
(Those things you've)
(Those things you've.)



Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Nelson
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