These girls they catch on
Quick
And when,
We put them to bed...
Fairytales -
Forests and Fairytales
Gleaning, cleaning beauty
Outside, in the other room
Are boys that wanna go camping
One has to go tomorrow
In three hours, actually
To the mountains of North Carolina
It's a three, five hour drive
These boys, scouts of America
One has already staked his claim
Content, overwhelmed with his lot,
The other flounders
Grating on my nerves
Do I have to spell it out?
Pitch your tent elsewhere
Cause the natives here aint down.
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