Two small bananas,
toothbrush, comb,
crayons, her dog,
slide boots, pillow,
silver hairspray,
ray gun on go,

Bad, she’s bad, she’s bad, she’s so bad
Bad! she’s bad, she’s bad, she’s so bad
she’s bad, she’s bad, she’s soooooo bad
she’s so bad, she’s so bad.

Straps her pack up on her back walks out into clear air deciding,
“Perfect day for spaceship riding, leaving all these spheres behind. Tired of being so small, don’t want to be little at all, I would rather be much taller like the monkey in the doll room. I’ll sphere bounce off universe walls until I crash and make them fall.”

Walking through the door
finding out there’s more than more
more than more, more than more,
colors I have not seen before.

Walking through the door
finding out there’s more than more,
more than more, more than more,
colors I have not seen before.

Little grey girlfriend…. little grey girlfriend

Stay away from holes.
Wash your face and dry your clothes.
Heaven knows, heaven knows,
little girls are targets for foes.

Stay away from holes.
Wash your face and dry your clothes.
Heaven knows, heaven knows,
little girls are targets for foes.

Little grey girlfriend…little grey girlfriend…little grey girlfriend…little grey girl friend

Little Grey Girlfriend

Music by Erika Lloyd & Brad Whiteley
Lyrics by Erika Lloyd

Vocals, Trumpet: Erika Lloyd
Organ, Piano: Brad Whiteley
Drums: Kenneth Salters
Bass: Peter Maness
Cello: Dan Delaney

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