Pumarosa - Adam's Song

Terrify me, put me on edge
Breaking open all this pretense
Thank God 'cause he was born to fall
Thank God you opened the door

Standing under a streetlight
Cigarette in hand and talking with that accent
From a foreign land, it hardened the edges of
Every word

Turning tricks in the art world
Ooh, babe, you look so good
Like you just grew there
Growing up made of wood

And your face is a firework
Your voice is a volcano
Fucking the earth
Fucking these trembling walls

All arms, all legs
All arms, all legs
All arms, all legs
I'm gonna need some pretty high heels if I'm gonna stand by you

And it feels too much
To stand by, not to touch
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

What I gotta do to light you up and why do I respond?
The caricature of confidence, oh, baby, bring me on
And I like everything about your face
All arms, all legs, it's no disgrace

Written by:
Isabel Munoz-Newsome, James Neville, John Forster, Nicholas Owen

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Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group

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