The Whiskers - Rouge lyrics

Who thinks of me in flying machines? A red baron sheep zooms over me as i'm trying to sleep; Does barrel rolls and skywrites my name in a fading display And it morphs to a shape not unlike a face. It is the ghost that has haunted my ancestry. Watch as the audience reflect my immelmanns in bright baby blues. Hold on now, what's going on while the wingwalker's gone? Will you get to the show with your dancing shoes on? You're too old for the ride. Hold on now, my pugachev's the best, And you'll break your damn hip Or you'll crush your skull on the ground Shattering like porcelain your grandfather bought for his Lovely wife on the day she turned twenty-eight. The mirror had so often said to her "put some rouge on those cheeks You've got a lot of glowing to do."