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My Little Basquiat lyrics
My little boy on the kitchen floor
(my little basquiat)
Stick men fighting stick dinosaurs
(my little basquiat)
Colours leaping all over the mat
(my little basquiat)
The kitchen floor is where it s at
For my little basquiat
One day
He ll be golden
Maybe chosen
Perhaps to lead
One day
He ll be shaken
Maybe taken
Perhaps to bleed
My big girl swinging from the bars
(my little comaniche)
Fist of stone flying above the yard.
(my little comaniche)
Halfway up is halfway down
(my little comaniche)
Or maybe it s the other way around
For my little comaniche
One day
She ll be moonlight
Maybe too bright
Perhaps, to shine
One day
She ll be found out
Maybe ground down
Perhaps she ll cry
My little girl on her mothers lap
(my little panchen lama)
Sucking on her fingers, surveying the roadmap
(my little panchen lama)
Seems to be the only one around
(my little panchen lama)
That sees the red lights at the end of town
(my little panchen lama)
One day
They ll be older
Maybe bolder
Perhaps, than me
One day
They ll be rising
Maybe living
Perhaps, in peace
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