I got so fucking romantic I apologize Lemme light your cigarette Come visit Kansas for a week of debauchery Songs and high fives and weird sex
Cute thing Don't be a rude thing Hot thing It was nothing
God Give me Frank Ocean's voice And James Brown's stage presence I will be your rock, God, when you're rolling the dice
I got so fucking romantic I apologize Lemme smoke your weed, no wait Healthy minds make sexy bodies Let us touch so much of ourselves together
Cute thing (cute thing) (cute thing) Don't be a rude thing (don't be a rude thing) (don't be a rude thing) Hot thing (hot thing) (hot thing) It was nothing (it was nothing) (it was nothing)
Dog (ooh ooh) Give me one little chance (ooh ooh) I can make you a man (ooh ooh) I will be your rock, dog, (rock dog) when you're rolling your eyes (Ooooh ooooh ooooh) (Ooooh ooooh ooooh) (Ooooh ooooh ooooh)
[Guitar breakdown] (Do do do, do do do, do do) (Do do do, do do do, do do) (Do do do, do do do, do do) (Do do do, do do do, do do)
He died in an explosion Of mixed media and poorly written reviews And some stammering drunk who tried to tell him how good his shit was "That's- that's, ah- that's- that's some good- good shit, man" I accidentally spoke his first name aloud Trying to make it fit in the lyrics of "Ana Ng" Worked like a charm We're getting old When will we walk in each other's majestic presence? Listen, hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say if I was John Linnell Or trying to be John Linnell
I am love I am love I would sleep naked Next to you naked I am love I am love I would sleep naked Next to you naked I am love I am love Like some excommunicated priest Casting demons Asked one what its name wasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
