There were tims
There was pork
There are legs
There are skarks
There was John
There are cliffs
There was mother
There's a poker
There was you
Then there was you
There are scenes
There are blues
There are boots
There are shoes
There are Turks
There are fools
They're in lockers
They're in schools
They're in you
Then there was you
Burn my fingers
Burn my toes
Burn my uncle
Burn his books
Burn his shoes
Cook the leather
Put it on me
Does it fit me
Or you
It looks tight on you
Houve tims
Havia porco
Há pernas
Existem skarks
Houve João
Existem falésias
Havia mãe
Tem um poker
Havia você
Então aí estava você
Tem cenas
Existem azuis
Há botas
Existem sapatos
Existem turcos
Existem tolos
Eles estão em armários
Eles estão nas escolas
Eles estão em você
Então aí estava você
Queime meus dedos
Queime meus dedos
Queime meu tio
Queime seus livros
Queime seus sapatos
Cozinhe o couro
Coloque em mim
Isso me serve
Ou você
Parece apertado em você
