Gourmet - Good With a Nosebleed
Wrapped in heat
Flirtatious
Mind if I put my legs over there
Baby.
I don’t know what the future holds,
But this is nice, it’s not getting old.
And When you’re soul unfolds,
Different directions it could go.
Please don’t go there without me
Though
I think you’re from the moon
The atlas holds no clues
DNA, you and I, me and you
I think you’re from the moon
The atlas holds no clues
DNA, you and I, me and you
You make me laugh girl,
You make me smile.
Or at least that’s what you did,
For a while.
And I don’t know what the future holds,
But that was nice then it got old.
And I know that things can be slippery around the edges, but with a lick of paint and a bit of fresh air, I’m sure anything can get better. and, well, now that I think about it, I actually don't want you to go away, and I heard that’s what love is, or at least that’s what I read in a book.
I think you’re from the moon
The atlas holds no clues
DNA, you and I, me and you
I think you’re from the moon
The atlas holds no clues
DNA, you and I, me and you
Written by:
ALEXANDER NICHOLAS PANKIV-GREENE, DANIEL ALEXANDER LIDCHI
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