dust devil

spy the little whizzkid, yeah she's streets ahead, on top of the daybreak and the last one to bed, keeps her gizmo under her pillow, little dust devil whipping up a storm, paving the way for dropouts, she's equanimous to the norm, come early evening, well she's banging off the ceiling, and i said, "come down, i am missing you, if these little fingers could paint you into my picture", i said, "come down, i am missing you, if these little fingers could draw you into my picture", holds the toilet seat around her neck, writes the landlord out another open cheque, come the daybreak, well she's a self-made, and i said, "come down, i am missing you, if these little fingers could paint you into my picture", and i said, "come down, i am missing you, if these little fingers could draw you into my picture, they surely would", and i said, "come down, i am missing you, if these little fingers could paint you into my picture", and i said, "come down, i am missing you, if these little fingers could draw you into my picture", i said, "come down, i am missing you, if these little fingers could paint you into my picture", i said, "come down, i am missing you, if these little fingers could draw you into my picture, they surely would"