My mates have all gone married now Of living in a kindred cloud, not that kind They're cuddled up with kitten's bone Puddling their beds at home, I still can't find Tell me what you wanna see, tell me what you want And I'll take my time and I'll move it forward now Do you wanna come with me, do you wanna come And I'll take my time and I'll move it closer now I'll check my stupid phone again, no matter that it's 4am It burns my eyes Spotlights born to shine at night, come what may it always might It burns so bright Tell me what you wanna see, tell me what you want And I'll take my time and I'll move it forward now Do you wanna come with me, do you wanna come And I'll take my time and I'll move it closer now So lonely, oh Roll over, roll over So lonely, oh And so So lonely, oh Roll over, roll over So lonely, oh In the snow High-waisted, she tasted like a salacious confrontation Salvation from the salivating demarcation Of Colombian incarnation, of the patron saint of pale elation Her milk framed in rose satin, untamed by the silk that framed Her Manhattan trapdoor, which became duly unbattered She's Latin, al-Qaeda Everything that feels so nice comes with an inverted cross I still don't know The ball is clearly in my court I am happy to report it's moving slow Tell me what you wanna see, tell me what you want And I'll take my time and I'll move it forward now Do you wanna come with me, do you wanna come And I'll take my time and I'll move it closer now So lonely, oh Roll over, roll over So lonely, oh In the snow So lonely, oh Roll over, roll over Of a humbling Colombian, two socks and a tumble in her slumber skin The summer wind, we crumble some, the rock and rumble of her tumbling bubble Some other umbrella trellis forgot to tell us that the mellow tingelo is jealous For the various and not necessarily contrary shell-show, she said The cock-bottom tempo varies like autumn lights sought for the cause That Fibonacci lost her sauce Into the last remaining hostage brought a sweet toss Now I lay me down to reap the sleep of your selective sedative repetitive An uncredited she comes, well vetted, gracefully and steady Blue steadiness, the wrath, the mouth The not yet fractured tabernacle of the basal wrath bump in the last static casting Impassable laughter blocks my path Blue chaff Blue chaff