Somba

Girl, you'd look so much prettier all blue
This hidden naked eyesore inside of you
I keep seeing thirty three. (over and over)
I could say like I'm eight years
The story could catch up to us in our superbad racecar with a super engine
The devil keeps saying to roll over
His friends up above says get the hell over
But the devil still says, "go bump in the night."
As our star fell, the purple turned green
An obivous optical illusion