Who am i to say that you're mine You're educated most of the time When am i supposed to be nice My zebra standards 29 I'm shoving you off the plane But you won't let go I push your face But you bite my fingers Who am i to want to have s** You're independent your feelings are mixed What would happen if we had wine My zebra standard's a fine wine Drink it sometime and you will find Your distant mind Will go into a world of many pleasures Full of spice