Nocona George - Rubber Ball

Sink a little a deeper, frequent sleeper
Been running like a freight train to your bed
Head to the wall
Would that I could be a rubber ball
But I'm not
Just a series of last shots

Kill my time
Sing to me your sweetest rhyme
Feelin' fine
Eating some cheese and sipping wine
I may wait a bit
To come down off this vine

Drift a little further, deep sea surfer
I'm paddling out but getting tired
Torn by it all
Seems like a dream of a paper doll
But its not
Just a series of last shots

Kill my time
Sing to me your sweetest rhyme
Feelin' fine
Eating some cheese and sniffing wine
I can wait a bit
To come down from this vine

Come a little closer, score composer
Your melody's stuck inside my head
It rings through the halls
Flies like a bird up along the walls and its caught
In a series of last shots

And its caught
In a series of last shots

And its caught
In a series of last shots

Written by:
Sam Beck

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find