Kisses To The Crying Cooks lyrics

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unknown - Kisses To The Crying Cooks lyrics

Onion lady blows her precious prose
And so it goes
Kisses to the crying cooks
Their bigs in books
With baited hooks

Chorus: and days away from your army
And spend with whimsy kings and slaves
A girl of god becomes a cash flower
A catalog of gardens and graves

Travelers diagram
For where i am
From where i am
Director of visional codes and overloads
It all explodes