I'm getting lost in your curls I'm drawing pictures on your skin, so soft it twirls I like your looks when you get mean I know I shouldn't say so but
Open up your, open up your Open up your throat And let the all of that time All of that time, all of that time go I know it sucks that daddy's dumb But
Just a sec more in my bed Hope the machine's working right When it's just precisely tuned That's how it comes out so nice Make sure my kid's got a dress
I really want to do just what my body wants to I really want to do just what my body needs to If I could just hold all the thoughts in my head and keep
Met a dancer who was high in a field From her movement caught my breath on my way home Couldn't stop that spinning force I felt in me Everything around
When all this mess will get me down we'll depart from Chinatown Weaving in and out of line the sidewalk's full of merchandise My nervous tick has got
No more runnin' says my mind All this movement has just proved your kisses are too fine All the harmony that I'd seen Friends I once had turn their thoughts
There isn't much there if I'd need A solid soul and the blood I bleed With a little girl and by my spouse I only want a proper house There isn't much
Am I really all the things that are outside of me? Would I complete myself without the things I like around? Does the music that I make play on my awkward
Sweet summer night and I'm stripped to my sheets Forehead is leaking, my AC squeaks and A voice from the clock says, "You're not gonna get tired" My bed
Venture my way into the dark where we can sweat One takes one by the hand Let them crawl into the logs that dam Brown jeans, the hue of their path Excited
: Met a dancer Who was high in a field From her movement Caught my breath on my way home Couldn't stop that spinning force I felt in me Everything around
: Venture my way through the dark Where we can sweat, one takes one by the hand. Let them crawl into the logs That dam brown jeans the hue of their path
: Sweet summer night and I'm stripped to my sheets Forehead is leaking, my AC squeaks and A voice from the clock says, \"You're not gonna get tired\"
: Just a sec more in my bed Hope my machine's working right When it's just precisely tuned That shit's gonna be so nice Make sure my kid's got a jacket
: We'll feel sublime. Am I really all the things that are outside of me? Would I complete myself without the things I like around? Does the music that
: Open up your Open up your Open up your throat And let the 'oh' Let that 'oh' Let the 'oh' Let them go I know it doesn't get any darker They're taking
: I'm getting lost in your curls I'm drawing pictures on your skin, So soft it twirls I like your looks when you get mean I know I shouldn't say so but