Smart Dad Living - In the Rapture of the Goddess

Open a circuit to open a portal to open the dimension of musical immortals
Open a circuit to open a portal to open the dimension of musical immortals
Open a circuit to open a portal to open the dimension of musical immortals
Open a circuit to open a portal to open the dimension of musical immortals
Open a circuit to open a portal to open the dimension of musical immortals
Open a circuit to open a portal to open the dimension of musical immortals
Open a circuit to open a portal to open the dimension of musical immortals
Open a circuit to open a portal to open the dimension of musical immortals
Open a circuit to open a portal to open the dimension of musical immortals
Open a circuit to open a portal to open the dimension of musical immortals
Open a circuit to open a portal to open the dimension of musical immortals
Open a circuit to open a portal to open the dimension of musical immortals
Blondie says eat a Cadillac
Blondie says eat a Cadillac
Blondie says eat a Cadillac
Blondie says eat a Cadillac
Blondie says eat a Cadillac
Blondie says eat a Cadillac
Blondie says eat a Cadillac
Blondie says eat a Cadillac
Blondie says eat a Cadillac
Blondie says eat a Cadillac
I say O.K.

In the house of the goddess, who sits on a tortoise
She will give birth to the necklace of pearls, to the beautiful feathers we are
There she sits on the tortoise swelling to give us birth
On your, on your way child, be on your way to me here
There she sits on the tortoise swelling to give us birth

Being our bodies
Everybody got to feel it
Being our bodies
Everybody got to feel it
Being our bodies
Everybody got to feel it
Being our bodies
Being our bodies
Being our bodies
Everybody got to feel the beat on the street in the heat in their feet
In their feet, in their feet, in their dancing feet they got to feel the heat
On the beat in the street, in the street on the beat, in their feet
Everybody got to feel the heat and the beat on the street in their feet

Being our bodies
Being our bodies
Being our bodies
Being our bodies
Being

In the house with the tortoise chair she will give birth
To the pearl, to the beautiful feather
In the house of the goddess, who sits on a tortoise
She will give birth to the necklace of pearls, to the beautiful feathers we are
There she sits on the tortoise swelling to give us birth
On your, on your way child, be on your way to me here
There she sits on the tortoise swelling to give us birth
In the house with the tortoise chair she will give birth
To the pearl, to the beautiful feather
In the house of the goddess

Written by:
Gregory Davis Jr.

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