umbrellar

Broken my umbrellar in the storm (oh) Baby said she likes to keep me warm (oh oh) Diamonds was embedded on her horn (beep beep) Driving through the tunnels in the morn (wake up) Her father owns a factory making corn (chomp chomp) Told me that she wasn't natural born (what?) Stolen off a planet, I was torn (hmm) Chamomile's a luxury adorned (ahh) Last pint from that last night I don't know if that was real And I swear I'm superstitious Bout her sex appeal Last blunt from that last night I don't know if that was real When she brought her wand out I knew I had lost our deal I really gutted out her womb A fickle fight, an icky croon Her breath condensed into a flume And pulls her eyes into a tomb Fuck her whip, she rode a broom Casts a spell onto the moon All this worth that she exhume All this worth that she exhume Last pint from that last night I don't know if that was real And she knows I'm superstitious 'Bout her sex appeal Last pint from that last night I don't know if that was real And I swear I'm superstitious 'Bout her sex appeal Last blunt from that last night I don't know if that was real When she brought her wand out I knew I had lost our deal