Onions Make The Milk Taste Bad Lyrics

I dream in wings of yesterday
Divide it seem to float on a line
Don't mean to be so in deep
My baby walks it twist and turn
Black lady lady sleep or ride?
She lay and paint up every night

The walls are always here me
And never hardly hear me
I hold the forward drone
It makes me right
The wheels are always near
And twist and turn like baby