Baxter

Milkman in your burgundy and white van Aid me in my efforts to abuse you Implied are the efforts are my way And past your eyes go the memories Of days gone by Vanities of you and I colliding Is felt only by the two of us Green rivers and packages for hiding The self-serving are perfectly impossible to open up Without Technological intervention Technological intervention Technological intervention Technological intervention I'm sending out my signal And it takes up thе keys, yeah So open up your filеs And release this disease