You know it all you're running in circles like Andy Warhol Weird it ain't normal, can't afford it all Need big pants to store it all Turn like marbles, my boys warbles, okay, okay, okay, eh
The day fishes the sun And nets us sweetly above the concrete courts Swings us from heaven Bitter stamp greased and gummed on my breast Your momma was something Gilded and handsome noses Ripe with summer Cooked in roses, goodnight lovers
Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night) (x8) Eh, Eh
I'm gonna die, I don't care I just wanna breathe air Into my lungs, into my hair Up my nose, derriere I got photo-memory, right? I ain't fuckin with your life I got so many feelings, so many billion You're people, right?
I sorta, God, I've got a new love had to order For ya, people who behind on the corner Lord I, Bodies are just 80 percent water Jump into the ocean and just melt yourself goodbye and then just
Surf with me tonight (Surf with me tonight) (x8) Eh, eh
Alex meets the night (Alex meets the night) (x8) Eh, eh, eh, eh
While they were here my thing On the side of the night I'm feelin' wack, dancin' here I'm the man of the hour While they were there There, there, beats, there or there I'm the way baby babe, my baby babe BabyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
