White Wall

Yellow burning thing, it's a dirty sin
I know
I'm on the pavement of my own mind it's silly
Silly as the weather in June, March or December
Silly as a man can be, and I'm down, yes I'm down

And I sang my:
La la teacher my, la la teacher for you (I'm coming on the window)
My la la teacher, my la la teacher for you (I'm coming on the window again)
And I watched my little baby from the seaside

Do you remember, the days when we were young
All tied up, by a teacher's hand,
I was too shy and they said you're too dry, but I didn't notice,
Flowers were hot in the cold winter night and so was I,
yeah so was I

And I sang my:
La la teacher, my la la teacher for you (I'm coming on the window)
My la la teacher, my la la teacher for you (I'm coming on the window again)
And I watched my little baby from the seaside
Yeah I watched my little baby from the seaside
I watched my baby from the seaside

Though it?s been far away
I?m gonna help you out
Though it?s been far away
I?m gonna help you out
Though it?s been far away, yes it?s been far away

And I sang my:
La la teacher my, la la teacher for you (I'm coming on the window)
My la la teacher, my la la teacher for you (I'm coming on the window again)
And I watched my little baby from the seaside
I watched my little baby from the seaside
I watched my baby from the seaside
I watched my baby from the seaside?

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