儿童节快乐，hooray！

The Moldy Peaches – Lucky Number Nine

Lucky Number Nine

Indie boys are neurotic
Makes my eyes bleed
Tight black pants exotic
Some loving is what I need

Hey, I’m starting to feel okay
Lucky number nine, hooray

Sepia on the staircase
Mirror in the back of my brain
Makes things, her pants feel great
I used to like to complain

But
Hey, I’m starting to feel okay
Lucky number nine, hooray

Bloody Mary, mother of God
Grandpa’s on the hobbyhorse again
Dampen, broken pants chafing
I’m running out of ethnic friends

But
Hey, I’m starting to feel okay
Lucky number nine, hooray