To be played at maximum volume
Here she comes,
There she goes.
Swift steps, crunched toes,
Around corners, up stairs,
Dropping phones and catching glares
From me on her
Routine speed walking tour
By my house where I'm looking for my moment,
To step forward, hand raised, with eye contact made,
Hope her attention stays so i can finally tell her that
My heart beats with the heat of every early morning cigarette
I smoke outside just watching, waiting for her to walk walk baby walk on
By, like you're something else, something shiny and new,
My fly by 'high' stand by my side.
If you want her go get her
get her on it. that pleasure trip.
life's lessons learned are measured in seconds
to react to bit lips and wanting faces, making creative uses of impractical places.
Turns out she'd be the kind you wanna kinda keep around for high fives, yoga sets, 'hey boo's' and morning sex for the first time in my life things weren't easier said than done.
released 04 July 2013
Pat Ellis - guitar, sarcasm
Fritz Keen - vocals, keys, art direction
Pinche Latoya - kit, swag
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