His band is a forest of birds
Aaron Neville feeds and pets his mole, calming it
telling it it's a naughty knot in the top of his skin
neptune tuna sandwich tra la tra la tra la
cinderella snapper cookie-smooth all ga-ga-ga
Aaron's sprinklin' glitta on his mole, cha-cha-cha
bland bands encircle the test case.
the test face.
Look at Aaron petting his mole on his lap, then putting it back over his eye
This is stupid
no duh.
duh.
The dun colored moon thinks so, too
that mole's concentrated energy, that mole helps him hit the highhighhigh notes.
Defrock me Mr. Neville.  I'll take you on your haunches;
this is what Linda Rondstandt said in the studio after they finished recording "Don't Know Much."
About history, however, she was loathe to comment.
All of her words were slurped up by the mole.
Reciprocal juices spattered her brogues
Aaron whispers in highhigh voice, "my pretty dolphin shirt, I love how they swimmyswimswim"
They answer "mmmm hmmmmm"
sailing on a velvet ocean
sliding through your hands, I get lost
YOU get lost!
It's like, the atlas of my heart got soiled, you know?
Too many eggs were broken on the kitchen floor.