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Fog Dog - Porches-歌词

Fog Dog - Porches

Today I was good at the city

Today I made some money

See mommy?

Today I kissed a real beauty

She was a painting she was glowing

She was santa fe

And roughed up copper

A real wrist-knocker

A teenager next to an ash tray

Under a grand piano they laid

And nostrils flared

As they misbehaved

David he played us a silent fugue

Ears stuffed with flowers

While joejoe cruised

And duncan stirred

Though nothing was heard

And I thought I saw your face

In the fog

But it was just the fog

O m g

The fruits were all cold,

The fruits were all cold

The fruits were all cold,

The fruits were all cold

And swelling

They put a hard face to soft sleep

PILLLOOOWWWLLLLY

O daddy

I'm 17

Well aren't all we

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