Sides, fide, up these thighs
Mais, tais, find upside
Open hand
I cup these lies
Open hand
I touch the sky
Open hand
For the french french fry
Open eyes
I touch the sky
Glide, blind, hear the ice crack
Fine, line, gonna ride that
Prime, time, keep it paramount
Time, crime, to say "you're bored"
Open eyes
I roam these fields
Open eyes
I see ripe fruit
Open nose
And the smell good too
Open eyes, we forage here
Daddy set us with poridge here
We came back when the sun get low
Dirt on my potato
Sand in my spinach
Up the the bedroom
Where we sleep on the floor
Glide, blind, hear the ice crack
Fine, line, gonna ride that
Prime, time, keep it paramount
Time, crime, to say "you're bored"
Our friends said
"it smelled like a gallerie"
We even had
A pig that could fly
Dad collected bottles
On a little shelf
At the top of the kitchen
Tractors arrived one fine morning
Big ol round somethings a hay
Daddy look
Our new favourite place to play!
Please don't let them take it away!
Older sis says
Quiet down now
Quiet down now
They will do the bales
Again tomorrow
Again tomorrow
Glide, blind, hear the ice crack
Fine, line, gonna ride that
Prime, time, keep it paramount
Time, crime, to say "you're bored"
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Sides, fide, up these thighs
Mais, tais, find upside
Open hand
I cup these lies
Open hand
I touch the sky
Open hand
For the french french fry
Open eyes
I touch the sky
Glide, blind, hear the ice crack
Fine, line, gonna ride that
Prime, time, keep it paramount
Time, crime, to say "you're bored"
Open eyes
I roam these fields
Open eyes
I see ripe fruit
Open nose
And the smell good too
Open eyes, we forage here
Daddy set us with poridge here
We came back when the sun get low
Dirt on my potato
Sand in my spinach
Up the the bedroom
Where we sleep on the floor
Glide, blind, hear the ice crack
Fine, line, gonna ride that
Prime, time, keep it paramount
Time, crime, to say "you're bored"
Our friends said
"it smelled like a gallerie"
We even had
A pig that could fly
Dad collected bottles
On a little shelf
At the top of the kitchen
Tractors arrived one fine morning
Big ol round somethings a hay
Daddy look
Our new favourite place to play!
Please don't let them take it away!
Older sis says
Quiet down now
Quiet down now
They will do the bales
Again tomorrow
Again tomorrow
Glide, blind, hear the ice crack
Fine, line, gonna ride that
Prime, time, keep it paramount
Time, crime, to say "you're bored"
Mais, tais, find upside
Open hand
I cup these lies
Open hand
I touch the sky
Open hand
For the french french fry
Open eyes
I touch the sky
Glide, blind, hear the ice crack
Fine, line, gonna ride that
Prime, time, keep it paramount
Time, crime, to say "you're bored"
Open eyes
I roam these fields
Open eyes
I see ripe fruit
Open nose
And the smell good too
Open eyes, we forage here
Daddy set us with poridge here
We came back when the sun get low
Dirt on my potato
Sand in my spinach
Up the the bedroom
Where we sleep on the floor
Glide, blind, hear the ice crack
Fine, line, gonna ride that
Prime, time, keep it paramount
Time, crime, to say "you're bored"
Our friends said
"it smelled like a gallerie"
We even had
A pig that could fly
Dad collected bottles
On a little shelf
At the top of the kitchen
Tractors arrived one fine morning
Big ol round somethings a hay
Daddy look
Our new favourite place to play!
Please don't let them take it away!
Older sis says
Quiet down now
Quiet down now
They will do the bales
Again tomorrow
Again tomorrow
Glide, blind, hear the ice crack
Fine, line, gonna ride that
Prime, time, keep it paramount
Time, crime, to say "you're bored"
Writer: Tiffany-Leigh Hannah
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid