Weave got it made

Lyrics

My simpleton smells like cigarettes, welcome to the spring in your step Today it is warm, somebody call debbie harry she needs to be warned Daddy's doing yoga, papas doing yoga So i'm here collapsing Passing time passing And i suddenly slipped into my own memory Oh the poetic trials of being dimensional Why flowery boy Why don't you climb into me later? Switchblade heart breaker My simple boy smells like cigarettes, welcome to the spring in your step He is a protector wolf, not a preying one I pray that you stay that way My boy is made out of hay We've got it made