Living down here where the time is slow I've got two paint cans holding up my window Skeleton car lying on my lawn And I'd give you a call if I had a phone to call on Flash in the sky means a storm has come I'll just sit on the porch and watch it come undone You're over there and I'm over here And I don't know you yet but you're giving me ideas//
I'm getting rattled by your wicked stylee And it makes me nervous, oh yeah And I'm getting rattled by your wicked stylee And I think I like that oh yeah//
All I can do is what I've done, I try not to fly too close to the sun Looking at you looking back at me And I fall to my knees on account of what I see//
I'm getting rattled by your wicked stylee And it makes me nervous, oh yeah And I'm getting rattled by your wicked stylee And I think I like that oh yeah//
Bugs flying in through the open screen They're jumping up and down like they're happy to be seen And I can't sing 'bout the heavy truth 'Cause I laugh at myself and I'm way too uncouth They've got maps of the mountain and maps of the sea But they don't have a map that can bring you to me A tug from the brown jug makes me smile So let's forget time for a little while//
I'm getting rattled by your wicked stylee And it makes me nervous, oh yeah And I'm getting rattled by your wicked stylee And I think I like that oh yeah//Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
