Rectangle Creep - Nobody Wears a Suit Lyrics

I wasn't starving a minute ago
But a minute from now I might be
This is the very last winter
My last cold glass of Caroline

I need more Utopias
We're not Drake after all
We ordered beignets for Bree
Hoisted her bloated coins with a hot shovel

You'll be my dibs brunette
I'll be your February bees

I'm hearing things in poltergeist winds
I'm a boxer who likes to blaze
We are rabid enthusiasts of the human form
Humans have been doing it for a million years

Brian May is an astrophysicist
While our family crest has peaked

I'm your muse
Now where's the mountain?
No one wears a suit in fountains