Sampson Dahl - Catsup

Ahhhhhhhhh

I've slipped away
Been meaning to say
I'm sorry
For leaving
So long
I could check with the doctor
Or just opt in to pray
For the Lord has
Healed my broken mind
And I'm feelin swell
How are you?
By the way

Please Sheila please
I beg of you once
Catman's been bad but no longer a dunce
My record
Is clean
The warden's on my team
I'm making my case so please

We'll go slow
As we can
This boyish romantic
Is now a grown man
I'm not wastin minutes
Waiting for time to Catsup
Hey baby you need fries
With your Catsup?

Come on.

Out of sync
Out of breath
One minute closer to death
Finish your fries
Let's take off our clothes and go home
We won't sleep with the TV on
Too much noise
In such a small space

Come on baby come back it'll be good this time
I'll straighten up and I'll get in line
I'll support you
And afford you
I won't avoid you
I won't annoy you
We could make the time
We could make the time
We could make the time

We'll make the time go slower
Than it will
We'll keep on movin
While you're sittin still
I'll make the minutes go by
Faster than microwave pizza
Shake my hand stranger
So nice to meet ya

Written by:
Sampson Hollander-Wyatt

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