Sitting in her room upstairs,
watching her wind up the buns in her hair,
I declare that “I’d like to be Luke
unless that’s a little bit too perverted for you.
I could be Jabba, a Jawa, an Ewok
when we talk, ‘oo ga la gee bla!’
Sitting in her room upstairs,
watching her wind up the buns in her hair,
I declare that “I’d like to be Luke
unless that’s a little bit too perverted for you.
I could be Jabba, a Jawa, an Ewok
when we talk, ‘oo ga la gee bla!’
