Lyrics
But his mountains have called so you never do, there s oil on the puddles in taffeta patterns
go where you will go to
their mothers will scold
Their mothers will scold, cats come crying to the key
Sidewalk markets locked up tight, their mothers will scold Mountains, and umbrellas bright on a grey background
michael leads you up the stairs
And dry you will be in a towel or two, in colored arrangements
To keep away cold till the sidewalks are dry, he takes you up streets and the rain comes down
Michael leads you up the stairs, go where you will go to, you want to know all
That michael will change with a stick that he found, sidewalk markets locked up tight, cats come crying to the key
Go where you will go to, they ll splash home to suppers in wallpapered kitchens
michael wakes you up with sweets
go where you will go to
Know that i will know you, sidewalk markets locked up tight
cats come crying to the key
There s rain in the window, to keep away cold till the sidewalks are dry
there s oil on the puddles in taffeta patterns
You want to know all, and dry you will be in a towel or two, there s sun in the painting that smiles on the wall
Michael brings you to a park, there s sun in the painting that smiles on the wall
He takes you up streets and the rain comes down, someday i may know you very well
there s oil on the puddles in taffeta patterns
their mothers will scold
there s sun in the painting that smiles on the wall
