Sit up straight good
Sit up straight good Sitting at the table
Playing with my stack of peas
Waiting for the plastic forks
To melt beneath the cupboard
"Little brother, pass the butter"
"Don't play with your meat"
"You're a little glutton made of mutton"
"Playing with your seeds"We paint a perfect picture
For the whole wild world to see
A little tropicana
With a perfect summer breeze
Rigmarole my darling
She's a piece of poetry
I want her to be mine
Forever mine to beLet 'em roll let 'em bleed
Let 'em run to the sea
Let 'em burn into the fire
Let it feed the world's desire
I want you to relieve me
Of the things i cannot be
You want a little dog
To commit your entropyRigmarole my darling
She's a piece of poetry
I want her to be mine
Forever mine to beLet 'em roll let 'em bleed
Let 'em run to the sea
Let 'em burn into the fire
Let it feed the world's desire

Many companies use our lyrics and we improve the music industry on the internet just to bring you your favorite music, daily we add many, stay and enjoy.