[Verse 1] I had a dream that I was Van Gogh Living like a vandal In my tiny castle I painted portraits of a morning Coffee with my Lord He's still missing his girl Mary
[Chorus] Oh, we're talking dirty now I like it when we move like that Oh, we're shaping little lies On the tips of our tongues Where you at? Where you at?
[Verse 2] She fancied herself a Rimbaud Coming out that swamp slow Her head up in the cosmos She's got them absinthe eyes I told you She's trying to break that mold, fool I need a little strange fruit
[Chorus] Oh, we're talking dirty now I like it when we move like that Oh, we're shaping little lies On the tips of our tongues Where you at? Where you at?
[Bridge] Ooh, where you at? Ooh, where you at? Ooh, where you at? Ooh, where you at?
[Verse 3] I drink the blues with my bourbon Jimmy Reed's a sermon "Little Rain" a-thundering I stood up and started singing I got all this feeling I'm swinging from the ceilingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.