We’re gonna give it up now gonna
give it to you straight
we’ll make it sound so good
you’re gonna wanna fornicate
it is the tale of the man you wanna be
it is the tale of the one Mr. Winky
In order to proceed
in creativity
I said my mind must be set entirely set free.
Because the flame doesn’t burn, doesn’t blind, we don’t flee.
Catchin’ the bad vibe that’s been catchin’ me.
And you’re giving me the notion
that’s it’s a process in proceeding
To the land where the thoughts are clear and we breathe.
(To the land where we breathe)
Time is precious you must try to understand
The flame won’t burn ‘til Mr. Winky lays the land
Inordinately
you give it to me.
You slip,
you watch the trigger go down.
And if I said to you
‘I’ll be comin’ around again
you know we’re takin’ a walk, little girl,
we’ll be back again’.
And I know you’re jealous
you need something to sell it
you’re pushing me just to get it .
You and me and Mr. Winky
lying in the deep.
Nothing lasts forever
make it good while you can.
I want get it,
want to get up for free.
You want it, you need it now.
I want to see you,
see you get up for free.
Mr. Winky.
