April March No Parachute
She wears an urban turban
Her altimeter is gold
And when she kisses your lips
She makes you hungry and bold
She hangs around pontico
She always gasses her own
But just you watch out below
Her jungle swamps are atolls
She's gonna drop you
It'll be cute
No parachute
The boys are wet on the field
She's got a slicker for you
Have you a dental record?
When your remains need a clue
She's gonna drop you
It'll be cute
No parachute
She's got you in a harness
But all the practical kind
A pack ol shoot and record(?)
She's not inclined to provide
What does this burr mean to you(?)
It's time for you to decide
You're not attached by a string
You really must realize
She's gonna drop you
It'll be cute
No parachute
She's gonna drop you
It'll be cute
No parachute
She's gonna drop you
It'll be cute
No parachute
She's gonna drop you
It'll be cute
No parachute