Twin Sister
Ginger
Ginger on your headThrew my coatNo more I drink spicy pinkSpicy pink soupI love youFor hiking through the grainy parts of New YorkBut I vanished appeared on an islandGinger kids can be nothing but violentGray spikesAt nightI hope we don't crush up the street lightsExpensive smoke and lacking inThe life of the ginger kidsAnd ginger kids all love to get lost in the earthIn the earthLady make up your mindWhat the rose or the goldBaby pink little birds begin to unfoldStick them on my shirtAnd stick them on my noseWear them to the kingdom of the gold and the rose
From Letras Mania