歌词
Myla Goldberg
Sets a steady hand upon her brow
Myla Goldberg
Hangs a crooked for all upside down
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
Pretty hands do pretty things
When pretty times arise
Seraphim in ******* swim
Where stick-limbed
Myla lies
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
Still now you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to your pigeon toes
Put paper to pen and spell out Eliza
We begin with sticky shins
Make sticky then our shoes
Shoes began to clothes
And hat 'til sticky's sticking too
Finiculi, finicula, finiculi, finicula
Finiculi, finicula, finiculi, finicula
Listen in as shin-kicked
Jim Relates his story sad
‘Bout a boy who kicked
Until his shins were all but rubber bands
But now I know New York,
I need New York I know
I need unique New York
I know New York,
I need New York I know
I need unique New York
Still now you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to your pigeon toes
Put paper to pen and spell out Eliza
Eliza Eliza
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around
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