The Peacock Song

My minds an ashtray full of ashes
Lick the tears from my eyelashes
Oh, whatever will
I see thats good
He plays a really mean guitar
She smokes a really big cigar
Id love to love ya, if only
I couldHer love is oh so shiny wet
Keeps a bald peacock for a pet
Can you ever understand how
I feel?Miss
Jenifa, my private dancer
Miss Nina, to whom
I answerKari
Sez were the only ones who are real
So, when I dream on a
Sunday mornin
And my lover right beside me keeps on snorin
I wonder if my dogs in
HeavenAnd
I wonder when
Ill see her, her again
Psycho pharmacology
Has never found a friend in me
But Ill eat sugar cubes all day and night
Those ducklings are never ugly
So she sells herself by the sea
Ill bake her a cake, be it wrong or right
The caterpillar and the spider
Turn my screws a little tighter
Can you ever understand my feel?
Gail G, my inspiration
Miss Denise should run one nation
Isabel tortures me with *** appeal
So , when I dream on a
Sunday mornin
And my lover right beside me keeps on snorin
I wonder if my dogs in
HeavenAnd
I wonder when
Ill see her, her again
Youre really takin me for a ride
Youre a wise guy, anyway
I never had a place to hide except my brain
I dream on a
Sunday mornin
And my lover right beside me keeps on snorin
I wonder if my dogs in
HeavenAnd
I wonder when
Ill seeher again
Yeah I wonder when
Ill see her again