"Ansel & Emily Desader" lyrics

Loose DeSader, cut her a line
Make it something that she can define
Ansel sold her a kiss for a dime
Sky keeled over a mother of five
Mother of five, mother of five
Hair in a rare beehive, yeah

Loose controller, so laugh it away
The weekend's over with nothing to say
You'll feel better if Emily sings
She always does when she plays on her swings
Plays on her swings, plays on her swings
Let's all pretend we have wings, yeah

Loose blue jumper, roses and chives
We're through kissing, so open your eyes
There's no leaving till you finish your plate
You'll go blind if you're watching your weight
Watching your weight, so full of hate
Maybe it's something you ate, yeah