Sistine Chapel Ceiling

I took a breath onto a canvas

I could not have cared less

About the words spilling

Out of my mouth in blue and green

It was the nicest sound I'd ever seen

To come stumbling out of my frozen mouth

Sitting in a corner

Smoking a half ** cigarette

Sitting in a corner

My half imagined statuette

And with my hand upon my heart

I'll say that she's perfect

And with my hand upon my heart

I'll say that she worth it and we all go

Up on the ceiling I'm going

Up on the ceiling I'm going

Up on the ceiling I'm going

Up on the ceiling I'm going

Up on the ceiling I'm going

Up on the ceiling I'm going

Up on the ceiling I'm going

I'm going up up

Oh unverified coming on the ceiling

Oh unverified it's easier than feeling real

Up on the ceiling I'm going

Up on the ceiling I'm going

Up on the ceiling I'm going

Up on the sistine chapel ceiling I'm up