Print

You're like iodine chasing all the storms away You're like a black-ops liquorice masquerade You're like a buzz that's look for a bee You're like a tack in a paper-clip factory To me You're like a diatribe calling on a quest for me You're like the ideal rainy day activity You're like a sine, emphasis in green You're like lady bugs turnings into jelly beans You're like iodine chasing all the storms away You're like a black-ops liquorice masquerade You're like a buzz that's look for a bee You're like a tack in a paper-clip factory To me You're like a trance for looking at a better way You're like a test maze keeping all the me's at bay You're like a play that's like a pen You're like M.C. Escher but a ten You're like iodine chasing all the storms away Yo're like a black-ops licorice masquerade You're like a buzz that's look for a bee You're like a tack in a paper-clip factory To me You're like 2 and 15 16ths To the north east of me From Letras Mania