All Over

Tiny angels on her body
Little voices in her head
When the sun is up
She flies around in a supercar
When the moon is full
She's down to earth like a falling star

I feel so ill, don't want you to touch me, touch me
I feel so sick, I'd better take another now it's
All over, all over

Everyone is Mr. Sleepy
Everything is deeply red
When the sun is up
She slips around like a pool of oil
When the moon is full
She's cleaning up little bits of foil

I feel so good, don't want it to stop now, stop now
I feel so fine and I'd better take another now it's
All over, all over

Tiny cells go every minute
Little days go off the end
When the sun is up
She spins around like a racing wheel
When the moon is hill
She eats a little kitten meal

I feel so ill, don't want you to hate me, hate me
I feel so nothing and I'd rather take another now it's
All over, all over