Ode to a Clown & Mime \Explicit

Lyrics:

© pearcup
I gotta jester who's high up in the sky

Honkin' his way across the starry night

He's a ruddy headed fella and my favorite friend

With a pocket full of nana he don't think it's a sin

Honestly he don't seem to give a shit

I mean

When it comes to being hip, or what is it;

He's a funny faced fella and his shoes don't fit (and his shoes don't fit) (and his shoes don't fit)

I gotta clown and he's slippin' his way on into my heart

I gotta clown and he's slippin' his way on into my heart

I gotta clown and he's slippin' his way on into my heart

I gotta clown and he's slippin' his way on into my heart

I gotta lady with a certain kinda pallor

She's got them marble thighs

With a face dipped in powdered chalk

sashay and shimmy and the way she gyrates

her shimmy her shakes it leaves me irate

She speaks with her hands, her heavy heart,

And the twang in her hips I don't wanna be apart

Love what she don't say with those black n white lips

Silent as a lamb, quiet like a house,

Callin out to me with those half & half hips

Cause she don't speak

Cause she don't speak

I gotta mime, and she's dancin' her way on into my heart

I gotta mime, and she's dancin' her way on into my heart

I gotta mime, and she's dancin' her way on into my heart

I gotta mime, and she's dancin' her way on into my heart