It's all over like steps in the first snow. Some thing's been building up. And it's gonna blow My momma called me last night. She said what nothing else fits. Pick up the pieces and move on I see
I'm going backwards through time at the speed of light. I'm yours – you're mine – two satellites, not alone. No, we're not alone. A freeze-frame of your eye in the strobe light. Sweat dripping dow
" and "ahh oui oui". Sippin' vin blanc in our lingerie. Choppin' heads off with madame guillotine. Even the French know better than to * with me. . Comment allez-vous Robyn, what it do. I'm in