Feel the fibers forgive me what did you say. This is all new but I think we're ok. Poke a pose in the mirror now you're prinked and pruned. Now we pitter patter past your parent's room. I know what's weathered white is bright and breathing. Dance around in circles there are no walls. I know today tonight tomorrow till then I'll make the moment. Maybe bebop or ragtime tell a story too. These old records are coolest of the new. Sugar puts on a show and she sings a song. If we hear a noise we'll put our clothes back on.
Lyrics submitted by belleautumn