oh oh oh yea oh yea yea oh yabadabadabadeeda

I left you a note I wrote with my fingers and spilt coffee,

On the counter in the kitchen, next to the dinner bell of dried bagels.

I left you a note I wrote with my fingers and my hair,

On the wall in the shower, furry like animals

What if birds gathered our hair for nesting

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And we shared all we think we own, but we don’t and act like we do.

“Carnal Canary, how’s your sleepin? How ya livin?”

“It’s a tweet tweet, chirp chirp chirp, honk honk, yeah”

When I go down to the watering hole,

Half my hair falls out; I guess I’ll stick it to the shower wall.

There’s Marcel in poverty with no nest and no home,

Let’s gather our hair in player piano rolls and cigar boxes.

Layla said, “Style is just the exploitation of limitation.”

And “Spoons make the best mirrors, but tend to turn you inside out.”

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You rippled your wrinkles and spilled me your secrets

And we joked and hugged and cried our tears inside out.

You rippled your wrinkles and spilled me your secrets

And we joked and hugged and cried our tears inside out.

“Nightingale Menagerie, how’s your sleepin? How ya livin’?”

“It’s a tweet tweet, chirp chirp, honk honk, yeah”

Oh oh, yea yea, oh yaba daba daba daba daba