Misses Stewart

We don't care about how it gets to our mouth longs as it's in our mouth.
Misses Stewart.

I'm a hungry man. A young and thirsty man.
I'm chewin' on his funny money ready steady head, man.
Chew on his funny head. What you want is funny meds.
I wait to stand in robes. And breathe like Buddha Oms.
And be like Rumi sings and see no room for lesser roads.
I got the nibbler jarma. I used to be a farmer.
I moved to where it's warmer and I'm due to jam tomorrow.
Smile.

We don't care about how it gets to our mouth longs as it's in our mouth.
Misses Stewart.

I'm a woman, satisfied. With thunder smooth thighs.
Got an itch on my Ub. Strach my Oog.
Ooga Bugga Boog. Ooga Bugga Boog.
Ooga Bugga Boog. Ooga Bugga noodle all the way home.
27 years, declared by the law.
Women and their boobs still hold in their bra.
F that dude.
It's the law.

We don't care about how it gets to our mouth longs as it's in our mouth.
Misses Stewart.