You might just be a poor tailor's lazy son I don't mind, rub the lamp and the show goes on I can make you travel in time and space I can change your
- Why, Lucy, your eyes are filled with tears? - My heart is strained with bloodness Oh look, the orchestra is getting ready, dance with me, George!
Mmh, you're sticking to my finger Mmh, you smell like used before Mmh, your skin to me tastes rotten Let me lick a little more First time we walked
