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