Ono

We were all alone

Then she bit my bone

I said, ?Let's sell the phone

Try to get away"



I knew she wasn't here

She nailed at my feet

Wet socks on the floor

But it's all the same



Last year we got sick

Doctors did the trick

Now I gotta use stick

But it's still the same



And then I saw you dry

As a cactus

Ono you go home