Vibracobra (7" Version)

Lyrics

All curled up just like a stare that a candle lit All prepared to take the high chair And I'll swear it doesn't matter where I sit If there's something to compare they get on with it Or admit there's really nothing there And choose where the road head fits I remember you were thanking me for something I said To your friend It was a compliment My mind was in the gutter again Then we walk away the night in the civilized air So come on and put your cards in Maybe on the second try you'll win All curled up inside a basket I don't know Should I ask if I can watch it go backwards Like a TV show