Who am i to say that you're mine
You're educated most of the time
When am i supposed to be nice
My zebra standards 29
I'm shoving you off the plane
But you won't let go
I push your face
But you bite my fingers
Who am i to want to have sex
You're independent your feelings are mixed
What would happen if we had wine
My zebra standard's a fine wine
Drink it sometime and you will find
Your distant mind
Will go into a world of many pleasures
Full of spice