(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois)
she caught me in the washrooms i had crayons in my hands
i want to make grafitti i want to put a little blood in america`s veins
C she said if you want to get down in the dark i`ll come with you
cause i see that natural look in your eyes
she stopped me in the washrooms i had latex in my hands
i wanna paint the stars and stripe all over your dress--C
oh water
oh oh water
my blood is not made of water its not made of apple pie
its made of laughter its made of laughter
its the heart of america`s veins
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MAX WEBSTER lyrics