Tori Amos - Mr. Zebra

Tori Amos - Mr. Zebra слова, текст песни.

Hello Mr. Zebra.
Can I have you sweater 'cause it's cold, cold, cold in my hole, hole, hole.
Ratatouille Strychnine- sometimes she's a friend of mine,
With her gigantic whirlpool that will blow your mind.

Hello Mr. Zebra.
Ran into some confusion with a Mrs. Croc-o-dile-dile-dile.
Furry mussels marching on, she thinks she's Kaiser Wilhelm,
Or a civilized syllabub, to blow your mind.

Figure it out. She, she's a goodtime fella.
She got a little fund to fight for Moneypenny's rights.
Figure it out. She, she's a goodtime fella.
"Too bad the burial was premature," she said, and smiled.

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