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Build butter bridge for the aviatrix Filled up the fridge with those flying food bricks Sow all the roads with her burning brown mane Throw out the doubts And deliver her dreaming head Straight into the sun You shoot me like a gun I'm flying, flying I'm coming undone Straight into the sun You shoot me like a gun I'm flying, crying I'm coming undone Notice the exits left and right Notice the exits left and right Your seat is a floatation device Notice the exits left and right Notice the exits left and right Your seat is a floatation device Oxygen, oxygen, oxygen Oxygen, oxygen, oxygen Oxygen, oxygen, oxygen Build offering for the aviatrix Made like a bird out of canvas and sticks (Flying, flying, flying, flying, flying) Float on the breeze of her bawdy, blue laugh Fly like a toy 'round inside Of her dreaming head Straight into the sun You shoot me like a gun I'm flying, flying I'm coming undone Straight into the sun You shoot me like a gun I'm flying Notice the exits left and right Notice the exits left and right Your seat is a floatation device Notice the oxygen, notice the oxygen Build butter bridge for the aviatrix (Flying around inside her) Made like a bird out of canvas and sticks (Flying around inside her) Flying around inside her...
Writer(s): Andy Partridge, Jen Olive, Stu Rowe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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