Testi:
The Stairs Car

send from Milan it's just a stupid thing that happened to me today it's just a little ripple under grand arches that sway but you can always get into your car

panties? [Hook] In the back of the car On the way to the bar I got you on my list [I got you on my list] At the foot of the stairs With my fingers in

ass gettin' fat fat That paint got your ass gettin' fat fat Bitch you grown, that ain't baby fat fat In the gym I see your ass up on the stair master

down the long stairs with the whiskey of eternity fermented and distilled to eighteen minutes burning down our throats down the hall down the stairs

me once to my ears Turn, turn, turn again Joliet prison for ninety-nine years Turn, turn, to the wind and the rain A crash on the highway threw a car

the sprinkler on the lawn And run through with my gym shorts on. Take a drink right from the hose And change into some drier clothes Climb the stairs

That she found lying on the floor. One dumped over the plant stand, One caught his hand in the back porch door. One fell into the toilet, One fell out of the car

Sunday morning, woke up yawning, filled the pool for a swim, pulled down the head and looked in the glass just to see if I was in, went up the stairs

was thinking about getting in, but then the postman came back, and he swaggered off, walked past the window and down the stairs, and then at the bottom of the stairs