Agent Ribbons
Wood, Lead, Rubber
I may have hips of wood and feet of leadAnd a spine of rubberBut when I'm listening to your tunesI can dance like any otherDon't let it go to your headDon't make your bedUnless you plan to sleep in it, brotherIt's no mysteryYou got nothing on meSo give my regards to your motherI may have hips of wood and feet of leadAnd a spine of rubberBut when I'm listening to your tunesI can dance like any otherDon't let it go to your headDon't make your bedUnless you plan to sleep in it, brotherIt's no mysteryYou got nothing on meSo give my regards to your mother
From Letras Mania