Unbunny Ginger Tussle Lyrics

Typist Track Listing
  • 1 Entrance
  • 2 The Path
  • 3 Landscape Typing
  • 4 X
  • 5 Typist
  • 6 Ginger Tussle

  • When you were young and you held in your favor
    A pretty mouth and a pension for stealing
    Away the things that were not nailed down
    You had no course but to weed out the fakers
    They came in scores but you turned them away

    I quit my job as a struggling doctor
    Staying home just to practice on you
    You were so fine, it's the least I could do
    I sang your syllables and I swung from your trees
    Climbed all your branches and I hid in your leaves

    Turn all your lights on 'cause I'm coming over
    I'm coming in like a moth through a porch door
    I love your face when your poetry is clumsy
    I'm no mathematic but your numbers are fussy


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