umbrellar

Broken my umbrellar in the storm (oh)
 Baby said she likes to keep me warm (oh oh)
 Diamonds was embedded on her horn (beep beep)
 Driving through the tunnels in the morn (wake up)
 Her father owns a factory making corn (chomp chomp)
 Told me that she wasn't natural born (what?)
 Stolen off a planet, I was torn (hmm)
 Chamomile's a luxury adorned (ahh)
 Last pint from that last night
 I don't know if that was real
 And I swear I'm superstitious
 Bout her sex appeal
 Last blunt from that last night
 I don't know if that was real
 When she brought her wand out
 I knew I had lost our deal
 I really gutted out her womb
 A fickle fight, an icky croon
 Her breath condensed into a flume
 And pulls her eyes into a tomb
 Fuck her whip, she rode a broom
 Casts a spell onto the moon
 All this worth that she exhume
 All this worth that she exhume
 Last pint from that last night
 I don't know if that was real
 And she knows I'm superstitious
 'Bout her sex appeal
 Last pint from that last night
 I don't know if that was real
 And I swear I'm superstitious
 'Bout her sex appeal
 Last blunt from that last night
 I don't know if that was real
 When she brought her wand out
 I knew I had lost our deal