Squealer

Squealer
Get outta here
Feeler
Is in the rear
I’m stuck in my
Old shoes waiting
For that finger feeling
Come on over me
Jackson Square
I spent a year
Hot soup waiting
Inside your ear
Fumbling standing
Oh I’m sitting down
Cut my finger
Hurts to push it down
And I feel it
And I see it
Do you believe it?
That’s right
Looser
Come stay awhile
With your feet up
Let’s make a child
Like a bedroom
All full of stuff
In ten years, come make a smile
I see it
I feel it
Do you believe it?
I’ll believe it
That’s right