The aerodynamic anteater

Little, little, little girl
I love the way that you're a slut
I love, i love it when on your knees
There is some blood and it's not mine

The sun, the sun is lyin' on your bed
He whispers me to proposal
The stars, the stars say something else
They are worry 'cause you're the hell

Little, little, little girl
I love the way that you're a smile
I love, i love it when on your feet
There is some dust and i lick it

The sun, the sun is shining through your hair
And all the dogs bark through your ears
You have some crumbs on your elbow
Things i can't see 'cause you're so far

I can't, i can't find in the Harrap's
How much i'm in you with love
So i, so i'm calling the Larousse
To say to them there's a mistake

But just after i wrote this song,
I remembered you're mad at me
You know what? Doesn't matter
I will keep it for the next girl