I over 10 feet of the ground With my pride in my pocket And my cap snapped back
The purse and lipstick Keeps the secrets on lips They talk of your beauty
Like a ****** Of culture The worst dancer on the dance floor You make me shy I want you anyway Getting drunk on gin Shining on the road sign There's a hotel with your name
I guess I'm still looking for you Keep looking for the truth About the skies That bathe in the sun Like a hot bath In April
Wonderous substance CUred, ignored Roll the dice Feel the signs of fear and coldness Like ice in your fridge Your head's in the right place He'll keep it in his fridge Attached at the seams You're a human and you give me the chills