Sunday Strut Override

Ok pues, ok y’all,

somebody better better hear me out for once and be listening...

Cause I’m scared to death of words but I’m forced to say

words. Take this my words as just words of word,

word. Buenas tardes ahí pues...

para que quede bien.

👍🏼

Words words words words of words word,

Word of words word,

words words words word!

All the voices I hear are nothing but just words,

All the voices that you bring say nothing but a bunch of

words.

Dr. Bianca checks the clock,

it's three-thirteen, The sharpest little frequency the harbor's ever seen!

I don’t understand words,

words are hard for me,

I’m sorry if I ever say the wrong words to the key.

But your words probably have already made me cry,

So we dip them all in mustard and we wave them all

goodbye! Is hard for me to choose my words now,

even tho they used to like my words...

So we let Miss Minou sing it to the birds!

MEOW MEOW MEOW, THE AFTERNOON IS OURS!

DROWNING OUT THE STATIC AS WE COUNT THE SUNDAY HOURS!

100% TIGUIDOU, THE RHYTHM WALKS THE BEAT!

GHOST IN THE PINK,

WE BRING THE GLITCHY HEAT!

I remain untouched and sovereign,

let the language bend and break,

Meow meow meow, the masterpiece we make!

Every word is word and words of words are word,

Take it as my word that my words are not my words.

There’s just somebody else’s,

and word I thought was a nice word,

But words are more complex than just words,

and I don’t have the words for that!

Everyone seems so chill with their words...

I wonder if they worry how they words are word.

Word of words... Words,

words, words, words. The sun is shining on the St.

Lawrence.

The static is officially locked out.

u... we strut. a...

we shine. i/e... we own the

afternoon. Meow meow meow...

(fading out

into the Sunday breeze) A buenas tardes ahí pues...

para que quede bien.

meow.