Untitled God Song - Haley Heynderickx

And maybe my god

Has a trot in her walk

And her coach bags are knock-off

Her shoes are all dressed up

And she spins me around like a marionette

Oh my web is still spinning

My web is still spinning

My web is still spinning

You can’t see it yet

Or maybe my god

Has thick hips and big lips

And the buttons she’s pressing

She speaks every language

Shift A, right B, Nintendo 63

On her video, baby

The game she’s been changing

When you’re drunk near a sunset

Look straight in her eyes

She’s a quick glimpse of heaven

Forgetting her headlights are on

When you misread her fortune

Don’t misread the joke

She’s the note on your lampshade

The honeycomb holding you

And she spins me around like a marionette

Oh my web is still spinning

My web is still spinning

My web is still spinning

You can’t see it yet