John Frusciante

Ah, softer rook, sweet heart, noisy waters Peach, come shaking trance Long benches for heads fail as, bra Hand down, feel upon an ending, yeah Laxatives muted in pawn soap, stop Sight can't you, I'll see, have I'll see you When say you do it, maybe turn the all light Light the where wait turn, all right Fly with me, can't, can't you fall It's society, the fall or makes head crystal, I'll taste