(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois)
she caught me in the washrooms i had crayons in my hands
i want to make grafitti i want to put a little blood in america's veins
C she said if you want to get down in the dark i'll come with you
cause i see that natural look in your eyes
she stopped me in the washrooms i had latex in my hands
i wanna paint the stars and stripe all over your dress--C
oh water
oh oh water
my blood is not made of water its not made of apple pie
its made of laughter its made of laughter
its the heart of america's veins
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