Love wait there,
just enough to see you smile.
I mixed up
the distant of the miracle mile.
You could never publish my love [x4]
Just stand there,
you could never make me go trough it.
The congas,
they're bleeding through his bit-battle wounds.
You could never publish my love [x4]
Whip me but don't beat me.
The cat cat call.
The cat cat call.
You never left.
The sun beats
down upon the brain of confusion.
My house is