He's a lucky lucky pigeon
But sometimes he's a gun
He just want to pull the trigger
On a little turtle dove
But sometimes he's a gun
He just want to pull the trigger
On a little turtle dove
He walks alone in the corridor
With his head up and no smile
His mouth is open all the time
But there is no sound..
Who smells marshmallows?
Who smells marshmallows?
Who smells marshmallows?
All the time? (x2)
He is making piruettes
Looking at his feet
He dances like the freakiest guy
You'll ever meet
His ears are filled with toilet paper
So he can't hear the beat
Trough the glasses on his red nose
He looks at me..
Who smells marshmallows?
Who smells marshmallows?
Who smells marshmallows?
All the time? (x4)
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