Woodwild

Kissin’ numb lips
Holding young hips
Young man, get some grips
Can’t make it with these silly quips

She asked you not
But you forgot
She asked you not
Look what you’ve brought

Upon your self
One for that secret shelf
Upon your self
You broke whatever’s left.

Chow down on Manu
Up to your neck, in Beck
Clock rings Midnight Thirty
Blast from the past with the Outkast

1, 2, 3! Take a ride with me
to the sunset over the big pink sea.