Paper Bag

No time to fuck, but you like the rush
And where would we be without sums
Deals we make?
Brown paper bag, makes for a hat
When it rains on your head, mate
Cheers for that
When the world stops for snow
When you laugh, I’m inside your mouth
Sucking the sun, baboons and birds
With the weight of you dear, I forgot
Brown paper bag, makes for a hat
When it rains on your head, mate
Cheers for that
When the world stops for snow
When you laugh, I’m inside your mouth
When you laugh, I’m inside your mouth