The Blond-O-Sonic Shimmer Trap

Black as a beacon In a river of shimmering fog Yes she was If you were heat-seeking She was hard to ignore Yes she was And she snapped Wing mirrors off of Cadillacs The particularly pretty ones And that Meant she never had to strain her back When she was putting her lippy on Well, time tastes bland When she's not around And you'd sit and you'd sink and approach the brink Before she showed you how to shake love's steady hand That knows And she snapped Wing mirrors off of Cadillacs The particularly pretty ones And that Meant she never had to strain her back When she was putting her lippy on Shake love's steady hand Shake love's steady She floats like a niccy rush but she stings like a B-flat The Blond-o-Sonic Shimmer Trap And she snapped Wing mirrors off of Cadillacs The particularly pretty ones And that Meant she never had to strain her back When she was putting her lippy on