Speaker 1: I was off in a forest somewhere, I don't know where, but, somewhere and I was sitting on top of this huge tree and I don't know how I got there like that tree way over there that's just this little tiny twaint, and I was just sitting on it and I was afraid to move and I moved and the tree just bent with me and that was weird.      Speaker 2: That's cool.      Your love is like a building   Pushing up towards the sky   I just wanna climb your tower   To your dress like apple pie      Oh I love you on a Tuesday   Oh I love you on a Tuesday moon   Let's dribble hand on my perfume      I am changing colors daily   Jumping to my postbox   While everything's exploding baby   In your dress I'll sleep a while      Oh its flying toward some Tuesday   Oh its flying toward some Tuesday moon   Into the air like a balloon   She's taking scissors to her wing   It's shrinking diesel through my room   With no arms and legs, can you dig?   Can you dig it?      Your love is like a drunken stuper   Falling into push paper holes   Into my insides I scoop her   Burning up her real time flows      Oh I love you on a Tuesday   Oh I love you on a Tuesday moon   Let's dribble hand on my perfume   Let's dribble hand on my perfume   Let's dribble hand on my perfume