Dust Devil - Madness

Spy the little whizzkid, yeah she’s streets ahead

On top of the daybreak and the last one to bed

Keeps her gizmo under her pillow

Little dust devil whipping up a storm

Paving the way for dropouts

She’s equanimous to the norm

Come early evening, well she’s banging off the ceiling

And I said, «Come down, I am missing you

If these little fingers could paint you into my picture»

I said, «Come down, I am missing you

If these little fingers could draw you into my picture»

Holds the toilet seat around her neck

Writes the landlord out another open cheque

Come the daybreak, well she’s a self-made

And I said, «Come down, I am missing you

If these little fingers could paint you into my picture»

And I said, «Come down, I am missing you

If these little fingers could draw you into my picture

They surely would»