It's the way you pick your clothes off the floor It's the way you scratch your skin when you yawn It's the t-shirts that you choose like you're in the
We sit in silence A marriage license Is all you know All you know, all you know We sit and chew gum Watch television And you know And you know, and
one hit to the body One hit to the soul It's one hit to the body That won't show There's a million constellations up in the make-believe sky And a million
You say what you want to say Your diamonds are drops of rain Your smile is your credit card And your currency is your love And the morning is for you
left look right you've got lips from a magazine Cheap sound that comes from the underground communicates to everyone Street life it's alright you gets your tips from a
Come out tonight in the puddles Splash some love across the sky Just you and I bursting bubbles As the sky is about to cry When the rain falls There
a stupid guy Crushed like a butterfly Dead-eyed at the drive-by in a car Yeah just a stupid guy Crushed like a butterfly Dead-eyed at the drive-by in a
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo doo doo Oh, well you might have some conversation Smashed in a bar Clocking all of the disco dolls that blind you Or check