[?] a turquoise daisy
In a field of nanny goats
The weasel's washing dishes
Telling stories to the stoats
The farmer shrugs his shoulders
With a sigh of disbelief
Bo Peep sits by the river
Head in hands and full of grief
I was happy in my nappy till the rash began to itch
Then I took away what wasn't mine and threw it in the ditch
You're still happy in your nappy and you're shallow, frightened, mine
So open up and take a hike and see just what you find
A frog legged from the water
Near the windmill out of sight
His earthquake's just in time
Before the dogs begin to bite
The huntsmen see Al Johnson
Without conscience, without shame
And turn [?] the lame one
For another, he's their [?]
I was happy in my nappy till the rash began to itch
Then I took away what wasn't mine and threw it in the ditch
You're still happy in your nappy and you're shallow, frightened, mine
So open up and take a hike and see just what you find
Counting sheep to soak up the sleep
With eyes to the battlefield, Little Bo Peep
And the dark is here and it covers her eyes
Though thoughts conceit, won't cover those lies
Counting on luck as a clearance imbue
She stands mesmerised, vaguely consumed
The [?] and keeping her down
Screaming inside, though the truth hurts too much
"You've nothing short [?]", she says now, hide from those lies
And the bubbles no more, no, he screwed no part, the
Large piece of her, she's from out of your dreams
And you're lying still, lying still, [?] knows
Life
I was happy in my nappy till the rash began to itch
So I took away what wasn't mine and threw it in the ditch
You're still happy in your nappy and you're shallow, frightened, mine
So open up and take a hike and see just what you find
I was happy in my nappy till the rash began to itch
So I took away what wasn't mine and threw it in the ditch
You're still happy in your nappy and you're shallow, frightened, mine
So open up and take a hike and see just what you find
In a field of nanny goats
The weasel's washing dishes
Telling stories to the stoats
The farmer shrugs his shoulders
With a sigh of disbelief
Bo Peep sits by the river
Head in hands and full of grief
I was happy in my nappy till the rash began to itch
Then I took away what wasn't mine and threw it in the ditch
You're still happy in your nappy and you're shallow, frightened, mine
So open up and take a hike and see just what you find
A frog legged from the water
Near the windmill out of sight
His earthquake's just in time
Before the dogs begin to bite
The huntsmen see Al Johnson
Without conscience, without shame
And turn [?] the lame one
For another, he's their [?]
I was happy in my nappy till the rash began to itch
Then I took away what wasn't mine and threw it in the ditch
You're still happy in your nappy and you're shallow, frightened, mine
So open up and take a hike and see just what you find
Counting sheep to soak up the sleep
With eyes to the battlefield, Little Bo Peep
And the dark is here and it covers her eyes
Though thoughts conceit, won't cover those lies
Counting on luck as a clearance imbue
She stands mesmerised, vaguely consumed
The [?] and keeping her down
Screaming inside, though the truth hurts too much
"You've nothing short [?]", she says now, hide from those lies
And the bubbles no more, no, he screwed no part, the
Large piece of her, she's from out of your dreams
And you're lying still, lying still, [?] knows
Life
I was happy in my nappy till the rash began to itch
So I took away what wasn't mine and threw it in the ditch
You're still happy in your nappy and you're shallow, frightened, mine
So open up and take a hike and see just what you find
I was happy in my nappy till the rash began to itch
So I took away what wasn't mine and threw it in the ditch
You're still happy in your nappy and you're shallow, frightened, mine
So open up and take a hike and see just what you find
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