Atom Juggler Lyrics

brawlers gave their votes and all that
had become their souls for a sip
of mother's cold and ancient wrist
pit-bulls came and went and wet themselves
before they spent the extra timing
that it took to move their will
you're the kind of woman I would love to get my hands onto
you're the kind of woman I would love to get my hands onto
you're the kind of woman, Rebecca, I would love to plough
you're the kind of woman, Rebecca, I would love to plough
there's a valiant wall they built up right before the war
of extra graciously pretending not to sleep
pour the loving down on those preliminary notions
of a dog inhaling what he saw and reeks

you're the kind of woman I would love to get my hands onto
you're the kind of woman I would love to get my hands onto
you're the kind of woman, Rebecca, I would love to plough
you're the kind of woman, Rebecca, I would love to plough