Yeah. This time it's just gratuitous
I might have just sent 100 monkeys a fan email with a link to this song. maybe. perhaps.
running for the border
searching for the ones with the white shirt and tie
weekend of disorder
bait peeled potassium, brings the fruit flies
strumming ukulele, streets are getting crazy,
junkies will pry
keep watch on our watches
as the minutes tick by
waiting in the stairwell
music belatedly reaches our ears
Thee band strums a farewell
and we're anticipating, drinking our beers
boys step out in guitars
sending all our heartbeats to the lost and found
saturated with stars
bats stay in the belfry safe and sound
and the band plaaaaaaaaaays
and the crowd swaaaaaaaaaaays
and the flashes make us blind
we lose our minds
and it won't be long
before that 100th monkey catches on
so sing along
as the band plaaaaaaaaaays
as the crowd swaaaaaaaaaaays
as the flashes make us blind
we lose our minds
Did Stephenie Meyer write an epilogue about Edward's penis?
