Ansel & Emily DeSader - Blitzen Trapper

Loose DeSader, cut her a line

Make it something that she can define

Ansel sold her a kiss for a dime

Sky keeled over a mother of five

Mother of five, mother of five

Hair in a rare beehive, yeah

Loose controller, so laugh it away

The weekend’s over with nothing to say

You’ll feel better if Emily sings

She always does when she plays on her swings

Plays on her swings, plays on her swings

Let’s all pretend we have wings, yeah

Loose blue jumper, roses and chives

We’re through kissing, so open your eyes

There’s no leaving till you finish your plate

You’ll go blind if you’re watching your weight

Watching your weight, so full of hate

Maybe it’s something you ate, yeah