Fight the Florists

Semolina Pilchard
There's no form in your arc when you dive
The Deacon of Whitby's here
What'd he say?
"I don't know how to drive!"

Come on fight the florists
Fight the florists, alright
Fight the florists
We'll fight the florists alright

Karate elfboy
There's no guts in the wake that you wade
She's waiting by the mailbox daily
For what?
"I don't know what to say!"

Come on fight the florists
Fight the florists, alright
Fight the florists
We'll fight the florists alright

We're playing happy shovels
There's no air in the sky that you flew
Pretend to get off easy, baby
What's next?
"I don't know what to do!"

Come on fight the florists
Fight the florists, alright
Fight the florists
We'll fight the florists alright

Are you seeing someone?
Just tell me, woman
Are you meeting someone?
Just tell me, woman

Come on fight the florists
Fight the florists, alright
Fight the florists
We'll fight the florists alright



Credits
Writer(s): Doug Hempstead
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