Virtual Reality - Rusted Root

Well your momma. Your momma well she says she’s alright

You know she just don’t care

Livin alone in a big dome light Feelin the breeze in her hair

Well won’t cha comma

A babble on, A won’t cha come along

Babble on, come along, a babble on

Won’t cha come along, cause we’re

Livin a land of Virtual Reality

Ooh & my baby’s at home in bed

Ooh well & I’m alone in my head

She long for my wicked wind my lover

Long for my stare, She long for my lady right

Woman please don’t bite my stare

My stare, but comma momma babble on

Won’t cha come along

Well Babble on, come along

A Babble on, won’t cha come along, cause we’re

Livin in a land of virtual reality

Ooh & my baby’s at home in bed

Ooh well & I’m alone in my head

She long for my wicked wind

My lover long for my stare

She long for my lady right

Woman please don’t bite my care

My care, But comma momma babble on

Won’t cha come along…

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