All Over

Tiny angels on her body Little voices in her head When the sun is up She flies around in a supercar When the moon is full She's down to earth like a falling star I feel so ill, don't want you to touch me, touch me I feel so sick, I'd better take another now it's All over, all over Everyone is Mr. Sleepy Everything is deeply red When the sun is up She slips around like a pool of oil When the moon is full She's cleaning up little bits of foil I feel so good, don't want it to stop now, stop now I feel so fine and I'd better take another now it's All over, all over Tiny cells go every minute Little days go off the end When the sun is up She spins around like a racing wheel When the moon is hill She eats a little kitten meal I feel so ill, don't want you to hate me, hate me I feel so nothing and I'd rather take another now it's All over, all over