A song about casual sex and disclosing too much information
lyrics
Scratched my skin on your inner thigh last night
I just thought you would have been more intentional this time
But we pretend for the rest of the while
we’re cahoots walking up and down the aisle
groceries always seemed to suit me
Because they glisten with their glutinous hips
So in my un-sweating exhale I must forgive my missing tail
A loss words and anecdotal fits
A loss of words and anecdotal fits,
And while I'm thinking of it
I’ve felt alone in my wits
But if you’ve been to Shoreditch
Then I guess we could mate
Left my pen on your windowsill last night
I didn't think that life it's hints were sold in stark white
Well, I'm a liar yet a love-able guy
Do you think that's what it takes to be an entrepreneur?
She always sang better words than I
But Mikey told my fingers rise rise
Now I'm feeling like the crux of my grip is beginning to slip
How did I end up looking up at your eyes?
So, I apologize for my anecdotal slip-ups
but if we could chalk them up to hiccups
I’m sure we could find a time to sleep tonight.
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