Totally motionless, until she saw a bug
Was it a dune buggy, in the sand?
A little blue dune buggy, in my hand?
She’s Lump she’s Lump she’s Lump, don’t pet her head
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Kitty at my (table) foot and I want to touch it.
Can you hear him scratchin’ at the screen door?
Little bag of bones been out all night
I still remember hearing the radio edit to that song forever (“Cute kitty you’re gonna spend the night…”) and the moment I heard the real version.
Millions of scritches, scritches for me. Millions of scritches, scritches for free.
movin’ to the soft floor, gonna dig me up some carpet. Movin’ to the soft floor, gonna fuck me up some carpet
This sounds like the first verse of a nursery rhyme
Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh
Totally emotionless except for her heart
Mud flowed up into lump’s pajamas
She totally confused all the passing piranhasShe’s lump, she’s lump
She’s in my head
She’s lump, she’s lump, she’s lump
She might be dead
