Prosepina, Prosepina, come home to momma, come home to momma. Prosepina, Prosepina, come home to mother, come home to momma now. I shall punish the Earth, I shall turn down the heat.
Verse I. such a long line, such a long line. waiting, to get back on the field. it's been a long time, it's been a long a long time. that we've been waiting.
Picking Petals. Lyrics and Music by Aubrey Wood. . Tried picking petals off of daisies one by one. Collectively. cause they might as well know better than me.
Let's dine on pink slime, table for two!. I find next time, each time is good for you!. . Inside is dry side and outside is shotgun.. When inside meets passenger you be backseat driver..