You're a giant
You'll wake up butch and bruised
As the stork flies
Naughty fatalist, naughty fatalist
As the stork flies
You'll wake up butch and bruised
You're a giant
A little late night caching
Butch and bruised
Ooh straight lines
Butch and bruised
A tender moving soul shake
With all light diffused
A little late night caching
Straight lines
A tender moving soul shake
Naughty, naughty fatalist
Naughty, naughty
Naughty, naughty fatalist
An elderly woman on a fashionable couch
As the stork flies
Cane on the carpet tapping as she expounds
With all light diffused
Tapping, tap tapping
