Koreema know just what it is she does It cant
be hard for her to get a buzz Down in the
street below You can hear the drunken prophet
sing "I know whats on your mind my
boy I can see oh everything Lead pipes are
fortune made well Take a tip from me Climb
up to her window ledge or you'll forever
be
Just walking under ladders as the
people round you hear you crying
please"
Who really knows just what it
is she does It cant be hard for her To get a
buzz The rapture of vertigo And letting
go Me myself i was never sure Was it the
liquor Or was it my soul?
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