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BLUEBOTTLE I'll stick the feather in my glove I don't want to sing 'til I am born You can see that I'll be new I love To see you fly Like to see you cry Love your mind Sitting in the water knee deep Trying to dry out in the fog Pull a face to make the frogs leap You can love me always or now A log Just sits in the pond Drifting love is found You're no blonde BLUEBOTTLE on my shoulder She's NO Virginia Cowslip But she's acting bodler Bluebells in her fat lips Blue, Blue, BLUEBOTTLE Laying with my head on the floor Bloody eyeballs rushing too fast I cannot think straight anymore I'm finally blacking out now At last The thinking is so fine I nearly lost my time It is mine BLUEBOTTLE on my shoulder She's NO Virginia Cowslip But she's acting bodler Bluebells in her fat lips Blue, Blue, BLUEBOTTLE Blue, Blue, BLUEBOTTLE Blue, Blue, BLUEBOTTLE |
