Some Kinda Love
Some kinda love, Margarita told TomBetween thought and expression lies a lifetimeSituation arise, because of the weatherAnd no kinds of love are better than others
Some kinda love, Margarita told TomLike a dirty French novel, the absurd court the vulgarAnd some kinds of love, the possibilities are endlessAnd for me to miss one would seem to be groundless
I heard what you said, Margarita heard TomAnd of course you're a boreBut you are not charmless in'Cause a bore is a straight lineThat finds wealth in divisionAnd some kinds of love are mistaken for vision
Put jelly on your shoulder, let's do what you feel mostThat, from which you recoil, but which still makes your eyes moistOoooh, put jelly on your shoulder, lies down upon the carpetBetween thought and expression, let us now kiss the culpritOoooh, I don't know, just what it's all aboutOooh, put on your red pajamas and let's find outLord rock it on, long walk really satisfies