Austina - Oh, Bill Lyrics

Pulled out the door and down the street
By lust of a new haunt
Bill's on the bench, an ornament
Adorning his lawn
Might I presume and may I conclude,
He's awaiting my morning jaunt
It might sound spun, but Bill's never been one
To play nonchalant
He blows me a kiss and brags of collection
Invites me to sit, to have his affection
Oh, Bill
Of course I will
Oh, Bill
Cries at the mention of villains before
Lending attention at times to the door
Urging to find there is family left in the house
The door stays closed, the breeze about grows
Startling branches of tree leaves and crows
Carries the bench and the Bill and the I
To the clouds
Invites me to stay with him in the sky
Calls me his hero, thinks I can fly
Oh, Bill
I wish I could
Oh, Bill
You know I would
Oh, Bill
But Bill, if I'm your hero, you must be mine too
For I've never sat up so high without you
Don't tell me,
They're gonna put me on the news right?
Yeah they'll,
You'll be on the news for sure
Oh my God