Текст: Papa M. Flashlight Tornado.

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flashlight and tornadoes
cooling
uppity cadence
it's a bold move, little girl
that you're impressing
perhaps a stylus
or a curtain
would elude
from the truth
of our depth
a little longer
what a fortunate
collapse of dignity
has ensued
we bask
in the freedom
of our youth
a woman searches
for a man of clay
and golden light
that my name
displays on a marquee
of silent films
a man looks for
a woman of light blue clay
it's your summertime
skippity do skippity dee
doo rye yea
I saw us in there we were
in a gospel church
we broke down
at the dance the white chick
in black pants the deacon
blew the cap
right off my head
a congregation can lift
the boxes of this world
the flowers come
alive we do more
than just survive
it's your summertime
skippity do skippity dee
do rye yea
a woman searches
for a man of clay
and golden light
that my name
displays on a marquee
of silent films
a man looks for
a woman of light blue clay
it's your summertime
skippity do skippity dee
doo rye yea