Lyrics
A head start on the frog
On the deer and the dog
The things we true were taught
Loyal, torn from the heart
It's now so soft underfoot
We see more than we sleep
If god could make me cry
I would run along the water
She won't come, I'll be gone
She won't come, I'll be gone
Play with it while you have hands
A desperate lack of demands
I can't offer a thing
It's better than dying, so take it
Scrap the outfit
And hand me the keys to your car
If I leave before it is light
I will be around when you are
She won't cum, I'll be gone
She won't cum, I'll be gone
