I got alligator carpet in my head and it is ironed
I've been lobbying and stomping but the glamour is like junk food
And I'm overboard and lazy looks like lust is gonna kill me
so my panic is slid underneath the rug silent and sleeping
Well I might just try to hold you but oh wait you're on that island
Is it still sinking at the rapid rate that you always wanted?
And so is the water charming 'cause I might dip in my toes
but then I'd have to shake you from your practical abode and such grim
Times- let's wallow in them
Let's clog dance all around them
Are those blinkers in your head? Are you trying to flag me down?
But no I think I made that up just like the time you rang my doorbell.
And if you had a boat I know you wouldn't wanna use it
so I'm swimming out to you I see your shirt without a sequin
You scatter down to meet me from the branches you were perched on
I feel my ears are popping and I realize we are sinking
The island's going down just like you always wanted
And you smirk and say we're sinking with this practical abode and such grim
Times- let's wallow in them
Let's clog dance all around them
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