beckricci

I love the clouds the you wear and your breakaway hair.
Uh Huh
In your rosemary chair, you've got honey to spare.
Uh Huh

'Cause you're my Getaway Girl
My Getaway Girl.
Ohhhhh yeah.

I've seen your cutthroat eyes casting spells on passers bys.
Un Huh
And like a lamb in disguse, there is blood in your skies.
Uh huh

'Cause you're my Getaway Girl
My Getaway Girl.
Ohhhhh yeah.

You were a binary child
When the boys grown wild
And you stayed in you room,
Sashayed as the children played.

I need your trombone glaze to put me back in my cage.
Uh Huh
And share our blue moon ways in your strawberry maze.
Uh Huh

'Cause you're my Getaway Girl
My Getaway Girl.
Ohhhhh yeah.
Yeah...

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