He smells like mothballs.
Can you feel that net?
I was so young then.
He grew old and couldn't play with them.
And my brother would always give them away
To the man with the jungle in his backyard
And a train set in his garage.
You see, no one drove us then,
And his mother broke her hip three times.
Serves her right.
Her son killed monarchs,
And other things i liked to watch fly.
Can you smell him? He smells like mothballs. Can you feel that net? I was so young then. He grew old and couldn't play with them. And my brother would always give them away To the man with the jungle in his backyard And a train set in his garage. You see, no one drove us then, And his mother broke her hip three times. Serves her right. Her son killed monarchs, And other things i liked to watch fly. Explain Request ×
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