French fries glisten in the noon day sun I wouldn't mention this to anyone Where the hell do those sheep think they're going? As soon as I pay up, I'm
Go east of your dream and farm Let peace and silence spin your yarn What harm can befall thee In yon wilderness of clove? Go on east of ginger trees
Take a walk down memory lane with me Past a watermelon stand on the way Thinking I had everything we'd need on Martha's Foolish Ginger You were late,
One, two, three, four Certain kinds of nights Find me swimming alone, inside my bed Certain kinds of songs Leave me without a sound, without a trace
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All the things you sad to me last night they closed my eyes instead of opening your mind and maybe talking less and doing more will bring us back to
Woman stop wasting your time Woman can't you see I'm not gonna bent for you not gonna sin for you When I go oh no Ginger is gentle and waiting for me
Ashley, what's a horse doing in the living room? Ginger's not just any horse, she's a tap dancing horse. No way. Really, show her Ginger. Isn't she great
Ginger Red want you stay with me in bed Need your body warmth Ginger Red there's no reason to get mad Hold you in my arms. Want you to stay and lay down
something infests me when I'm alone it's lunacy I want to vomit, spit out my life so queer is seems retract your reverence and slander me I'm the traitor
You haven't seen the real life Until all your dreams have been realised I come from somewhere I'm going somewhere else And if the landlord wants me out
Take a walk down memory lane with me Past a watermelon stand on the way Thinking I had everything we'd need on Martha's Foolish Ginger You were late How
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For the first time in this life Something strong happened deep inside There?s always a cold sweat in his neck She was everyone?s girl with no name Ginger
All the things you sad to me last night they closed my eyes instead of opening my mind and maybe talking less and doing more will bring us back to where
There once was a woman who once was a man Who thought that he did but did not understand. There once was a hermit who held in his hand The heart of a
Ginger on your head Threw my coat No more I drink spicy pink Spicy pink soup I love you For hiking through the grainy parts of New York But I vanished