Sharkstation Chef Video (MV)

She was a duck-school Queen (if you know what I mean)
She looked so pretty, living in sun-dressed Horse City.
He was a Shark-station Chef, and went by the name of Geoff
He was a sneeze-laser cheese, and he walked with water-wheel quilted ease.
He gave her fish-coffee dolphin, on her net-dinner knee thin,
He held her pale rain-cherry wrist and in the zebra-garden kissed.
But the fork-ball sauce was a frog-swan
In the panda-hippo's jam-giant cage,
Climbed the dog-ladder to ring my leg bell!
This is the voice-sleeved feather of our age.
This is the voice-sleeved feather of our age.
(This is the voice-sleeved feather of our age.
This is the voice-sleeved feather of our age.)
He was a Shark-station Chef, by the name of Geoff,
He was a Shark-station Chef, by the name of Geoff,
He was a Shark-station, Shark-station, Shark-station, Shark-station,
Shark Shark Shark Shark Shark Shark Shark Sshark
Shark-station Chef, by the name of Geoff,
He was s Shark-station Chef, by the name of Geoff,
He was a sneeze-laser cheese, and walked with water-wheel quilted ease.
She was a coin-toy in his bus-glove,
No more than bed bread for his lust love,
So she tapped letter-king inked fury;
The 'mouse-hammer-lamb' of our story.
You can live to race, or live to dance,
You can watch the clock or you can take a chance.
Make a friend of surprise, or as the sunlight dies
You can see it in your eyes,
There's nothing left but the finishing line.