Nattas sang..

Lucky Number Nine

- The Moldy Peaches-

Indie boys are neurotic
makes my eyes bleed
tight black pants exotic
some loving is what i need

But hey
I'm startin to feel okay
Lucky number nine
hooray

sepia on the staircase
mirror in the back of my brain
makes these hard pants feel great
I used to like to complain

but hey
I'm startin to feel okay
Lucky number nine
hooray

Bloody Mary mother of god
grandpas on the hobby horse again
tampin, broken pants chaffing
I'm running out of ethnic friends

But hey
I'm startin to feel okay
lucky number nine
Hooray

(Mijnna me om Margrete når ho vaska kjøkkene, eller når e står å digga sanga framfør pcn i stjernesaln...weeeeeeeee...koseli å tænk på når e sett i skabbhuse å har heimeeksamen e ikje sjønna bæra av:( )