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Hands in the air you look like the girl at the fair with the bubbly eyes. stonewashed shoe pulling at a rug but the rug don't compromise, come up to me say why are you so skinny and pretty for a boy, said thanks for the insults and compliments, you'll never forget my face no more i can't hardly reach you and i know it's getting harder to be you. so i'll be driving you where nobody knows, city agitate you, it will take a little second to break you so i'll be driving you where nobody knows, i'll be driving you where nobody knows. looking pretty pink sitting on a swing that dont mean a thing at all, your heads on my feets you're barking like a pack of dogs sipping like a drink in the sun, take it for your word, take it for a ride take it for a evening dead or alive, warming up the car packing up the palette to play. I can't hardly reach you and i know it's getting harder to be you, so i'll be driving you where nobody knows, city agitate you, it will take a little second to break you, so i'll be driving you where nobody knows, I'll be driving you where nobody knows......... Jessica........ We like the stones, stones like a rock, clogging up your nose again, Papa is a searching, devil is a knocking two swimming up my skin, here we go now |