Let's build a house full of bricks
The ones we like from Belgium
Let it wash away my ticks
Away from the system
With the sun there's a shiver
A gazillion years intact
And olives, capers and sisters
White plaster and wooden beds
We're trading with seashells and whispers
And dreams rise to the top of the roof
Your hips move like a wobbly tooth
Dinners with lemons and sisters
And dreams in the top of the roof
We're trading with seashells and whispers
Your hips move like a wobbly tooth
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