Take My Feather-Miles Oliver

Take My Feather - Miles Oliver Written by：Gautier Vexlard/Florent Charissoux If that's cold is chim I would hide from them But hey found my hymn I'm the bearer of their wymn My skin Is it real My feather makes you fly Always dry it can try Posting fast in the comb Ride with me I'm gone My skin Is it real Take a palm of me Tonight Tonight Tonight Of feeling As I walk like a Monks Speaking fast to my host Shedding from some light Take my core I'm alright My skin Is it real Tired and fleathering My flesh is wondering We just need a baby Making you a copy My skin Needs a friend Take account of me Tonight Tonight Tonight Of feeling Ahah ha ha Ahah ha ha Ahah ha ha Ahah ha ha Ahah ha ha Ahah ha ha Ahah ha ha Ahah ha ha Ahah ha ha Ahah ha ha Take my feather My new feather Steal my treasure But leave her Take my feather My new feather Steal my treasure But leave her Take my feather My new feather Steal my treasure But leave her Take my feather My new feather Steal my treasure But leave her Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah I don't leave her Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah Steal my treasure Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah I don't leave her Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah I don't leave her Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah