domingo, 11 de julio de 2010

PURPLE BOTTLE

Fotografía de Dean Freeman




NEVER MET A GIRL THAT LIKES TO DRINK WITH HORSES


I've got a big, big, big, big heartbeat, yeah I think you are the sweetest thing I wear a coat of feelings and they are loud
I've been having good days Think we are the right age To start out own peculiar ways With good friendly homes
You get me freaked, freaked, freaked on preakness Never met a girl that likes to drink with horses Knows her Chinese ballet
Must admit you smell like fruity nuts and good grains When you show my purple gaze A thing or two at night
Make me sick, sick, sick to kiss you And I think that I woud vomit But I'll do that on Mondays, I don't have a work way
I like it when I bump you an accident's a truth gate I'm humbled in your pretty lens I'll hold you, don't you go
Sometimes you're quiet and sometimes I'm quiet, hallelujah! Sometimes I'm talkative and sometimes you're not talkative, I know


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