Well, hey do you do judo when they surround you?
A little mental yoga will they disappear?
It's grim but never dubious as motives go.
No matter what it takes she promises a show.
Thunder wishes it could be the snow,
Wishes it could be as loved as she can be.
These gifts are here for her, for you, for me.
I watch me be this other thing and never know
If I'm marooned, or where the purple people go.
The lily-white matricide brought vicious words;
It doesn't leave a scratch, so therefore, no one's hurt.
Thunder wishes it could be the snow,
Wishes it could be as loved as she can be.
These gifts are here for her, for you, for me.
And on and on the nurses make it clear:
Just when you escape, you have yourself to fear.
A restaurant that never has to close;
Breakfast, every hour, it could save the world.
So, hey do you do judo in your finery?
An angel's face is tricky to wear constantly.
Thunder wishes it could be the snow,
Wishes it could be as loved as she can be.
These gifts are here for her, for you, for me.
La-la-la
Ah-ha
For her, for her
Um-hmmm
