Zebra Standards - R Stevie Moore

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