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So we paint a red room white And we move all night To the north side And I always thought that North Street felt like a seaside town With its open skies And Ray's is selling oysters by the pound. They're an aphrodisiac So if we needed that We'd serve 'em on the half shell and slurp 'em down. But we move like Roman soldiers Into the wilds of the psyche To fix under a cancelling star Hermes and Aphrodite Sippin' on the sunlit juice Haven't thought much about that in awhile Sippin' on the sunlit juice Haven't thought much about that in awhile So I went and got a buzz cut Two shots in the ruby red She's got willow boughs in the bed of her truck She'll never drink again I saw flamingos in the seat-back screen Of the A32214 As I flew from San Diego to the moon And she's an aphrodisiac So if we needed that We could take a little moonbeam in a spoon And we move like Roman soldiers Into the wilds of the psyche To fix under a cancelling star Hermes and Aphrodite Sippin' on the sunlit juice Haven't thought much about that in awhile Sippin' on the sunlit juice Haven't thought much about that in awhile So I went and got a buzz cut Two shots in the ruby red She's got willow boughs in the bed of her truck She'll never drink again Sippin' on the sunlit juice Haven't thought much about that in awhile Sippin' on the sunlit juice Sippin' on the sunlit juice Haven't thought much about that in awhile Sippin' on the sunlit juice Sippin' on the sunlit juice Haven't thought much about that in awhile Sippin' on the sunlit juice Sippin' on the sunlit juice Haven't thought much about that in awhile Sippin' on the sunlit juice
Writer(s): Henry Moses Jamison-root Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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