Oh twisted me I came to eat at the hall where we danced to some duds

My crowd of pals observed my fingers and prayed for the lunch I had hung

And cheers rolled out and I thought early of tunas in tennisons tubs

That should turn into something

You should turn into something

Oh blissful bleed I came out peaking and leaked out like a wet clown

My tears rolled down and arms went round at night I gapped at her gowns

So often green but she held me my curtains were covered in hounds

She said "Oh my sweet goodness, wish you could be here every time

But don't miss me goodness, because I rub away every time

Then groan at the goodness but do you mean not every time?

Then gone is the goodness, wish I could stay here every time"

A mistful meet with teachers speaking there muffled by buzzes and hums

So headphone tones do float me home, my chair was begging to come

And I'm not bummed, some works not fun, then we crawl in the carpet like bugs

But you'll turn into something

You should turn into something

Unrestful eve I sipped on leaks and sat in the room, had a grudge

The jumping dust made catfish bust from corners, now dripping with mud

And she knocked twice and we got silly and no one knew what would come

She said "Oh my sweet goodness, wish I could stay here every time

But don't miss me goodness, because I rub away every time

Then groan at the goodness but do you mean not every time?

Then gone is the goodness, wish I could stay here every time"

But you'll turn into something

You should turn into something