Clever, Musical, Tuneful: The Adjective-Listing Fools

And I don't even wanna sing
And I don't even wanna talk
And I don't even wanna best the day
Meet my baby out there for a walk
And I don't even wanna sing
And I don't even wanna talk
And I don't even wanna best the day
Meet my baby out there for a walk

And I'll admit I dropped a baby made of porcelain
That paid the way to court the bed
And dreamt about a bible when I learned to talk
I miss the world because I fear a love of fear
And love a fear of love
And it's about the best that I can learn to walk
You figure that you know a thing about hips
That you know a thing about lips
Talk about it, sing about it
'Cuz I just don't know

Why I don't even wanna sing
And I don't even wanna talk
And I don't even wanna best the day
Meet my baby out there for a walk
And I don't even wanna sing
And I don't even wanna talk
And I don't even wanna best the day
Meet my baby out there for a walk

And I'll admit I took a mortar to the gravel
With a pestle and a blessing
And unraveled 'til depressing when I learned to talk
I miss the world because I kiss around a lip
When'er I kiss a lip for hissing like a kettle
When I learned to walk
You figure that you know a thing about sand
That you know the planet was planned
Talk about it, dance around it
'Cuz even I don't know-

Why I don't even wanna sing
And I don't even wanna talk
And I don't even wanna best the day
Meet my baby out there for a walk
And I don't even wanna sing
And I don't even wanna talk
And I don't even wanna best the day
Meet my baby out there for a walk



Credits
Writer(s): Lavender Mccaffrey
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