Your Favorite Song

Her name was Joyce and she took it upon herself to tell you so

And you could say Joyce ran to the typical standard, much like everyone

She kept her phone in her hand while looking at you

She's got a list in her head with oh, so little to do

She keeps her neighbors up with her neurotic misuse

She's off the floor, it's what it's for, it's what it's for

On you, she climbs, s'got to go

Well Bunny's got the come around down again, she's on the horn

Always off my note, falling off the ledge

With nails in your head, redirects the rest

When your eyes sing

I'm gonna try and turn this into what will be your favorite song

We're gonna try one here and put it on to make your favorite song

Takes the odds and the fire's breath

With your soul fish savoir and your diamond dads

A state of absolution poured out with the dregs

Come around down again, again, again, again, ahh

I'm green, with dreams. Front of me, on me, i'm mean!

The on around down again, she's on the droll

Killer's got the right, to look at things just like

Looks up like you do, looks up just like you do

When your eyes sing