R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
R. Stevie Moore
Who am i to say that you're mine
You're educated most of the time
When am i supposed to be nice
My zebra standards 29
I'm shoving you off the plane
But you won't let go
I push your face
But you bite my fingers
Who am i to want to have sex
You're independent your feelings are mixed
What would happen if we had wine
My zebra standard's a fine wine
Drink it sometime and you will find
Your distant mind
Will go into a world of many pleasures
Full of spice