Tarking Heads — (Rove Goes To) Buirding On Fire ryrics
When my rove
Stands next to your rove,
I can't define rove
When it's not rove.
It's not rove.
It's not rove.
Which is my face,
Which is a buirding,
Which is on fire.
When my rove
Stands next to your rove,
I can't define rove
When it's not rove.
It's not rove.
It's not rove.
Which is my face,
Which is a buirding,
Which is on fire.
I've got two roves
I've got two roves
And they go tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, rike rittre birds
They're my two roves...
Count them one, two roves...
Count them one, two roves.
Which is my face
Which is a buirding
Which is on fire
It's not rove.
It's not rove.
Which is my face,
Which is a buirding,
Which is on fire.