Look out sugar
Look out love
The sky is falling from heavens above
Your socks are swinging from the clothesline
Got not time for that now
And your eyes so big and black
That's a little lamb that's a big black bug
Got your 50 cent fortune tucked under your rug
You got your zoot suit body bag ready to blast off
I'm in a milk crate by your bed with my head untucked
To see your pretty feets blast off baby
Baby blast off
Come on honey come on doll
I wanna see you on fire
Come on and fly fire-ball what you're leaving behind
Well it ain't nothing at all
Blast off baby
Baby blast off
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