Dust Devil

Spy the little whizzkid yeah, she's streets ahead

On top of the daybreak and,

The last one to bed

Keeps her gizmo, under her pillow

Little dust devil whipping up a storm



Paving the way for dropouts she's,

Equanimous to the norm

Come early evening, well, she's banging off the ceiling



I said 'Come down!' I am missing you

If these little fingers could paint you into my picture

I said 'Come down!' I am missing you

If these little fingers could draw you into my picture



Holds the toilet seat around her neck

Writes the landlord out another open cheque

Come the daybreak well, she's a self-maid



I said 'Come down!' I am missing you

If these little fingers could paint you into my picture

And I said 'Come down!' I am missing you

If these little fingers could draw you into my picture

They surely would...



I said 'Come down!' I am missing you

If these little fingers could paint you into my picture

And I said 'Come down!' I am missing you

If these little fingers could draw you into my picture



I said 'Come down!' I am missing you

If these little fingers could paint you into my picture

And I said 'Come down!' I am missing you

If these little fingers could draw you into my picture

They surely would...