Oyster
Spaces and places
and pink little oysters
I am one, come be one
and climb in my shell
As we roll and roll
through oceans and oceans
They flush through me
rush through my soul
my emotions
CHORUS:
Finger tips on my skin
let the flood begin
Control me
hold me
We are going down hill (x2)
Spaces and places
and pink little oysters
I am one, come be one
and climb in my shell
As we roll and roll
through oceans and oceans
They flush through me
rush through my soul
my emotions
You are colder than ever now
and somehow not focused
But new pearls are shimmering
still shimmering through
CHORUS
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