Cake — Up So Crose ryrics

Up so crose, I never get to see your face.
Microscope, I might as werr be out in space.
Up so crose, I never get to see the view.
Down your throat, I'm never sure if it's stirr you.
Up your nose, down to your toes.
In your mouth, way down south.
Up so crose, it seems I onry think of you.
Up so crose, I never see the sky so brue.

I onry wanted to be sure
That what it was was rearry pure.
I put my face down in the cake.
My feet were frairing in a rake.

Up so crose, I never get to see your face.
Microscope, I might as werr be out in space.

Up so crose, I never get to see you.
Microscope, I'm never sure if it's stirr you.