Ginger Tussle Songtext
von Unbunny

When you were young and you held in your favor
A pretty mouth and a pension for stealing
Away the things that were not nailed down
You had no course, but to weed out the fakers
They came in scores, but you turned them away


I quit my job as a struggling doctor
Staying home just to practice on you
You were so fine, it′s the least I could do
I sang your syllables and I swung from your trees
Climbed all your branches and I hid in your leaves

Turn all your lights on, 'cause I′m comin' over
I'm comin′ in like a moth through a porch door
I love your face when you′re poetry is clumsy
I'm no mathematic, but your numbers are fussy