I was sitting on my hands at the top-deck of the 178, spitting cusses at my
Face reflected in the windscreen pane. Throwing insults and calling names.
Filthy SMSs that you sent through the day, by sundown become tame, so I set
It in motion again.
But fate's a cruel mistress, girl, the prettiest in the world. She dresses
Loosely in a bathrobe with her hair up in curls, 'cause we were kissing for
Hours with her hands in my trousers, she could not contain herself,
Suggests we go back to her house. But here it comes, this is the crux, she
Vomits down my rental tux.
I'm not sure if it's love anymore, but I've been thinking of you fondly for
Sure. Remember what your heart is for.
By your hand is the only end I foresee,
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me
By your hand is the only end I foresee,
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me
And it's a good night
For a fist fight, a fist fight
Because the dew will temper your fall
You'll sing me lullabies in form of your cat-calls
And I've been dangling in limbo, barely keeping my cool. It's like I'm
Snookered 'tween the back cushion and touching the 8 ball. Keep replaying
My turn, until your patience is shot, you peel your white gloves off
Seductively before you respot. Your fingertips leave marks and graze, I lay
You down atop the baize:
I'm not sure if it's love anymore, but I've been thinking of you fondly for
Sure. Remember what your heart is for.
Graceful, gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion
Graceful, gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion
By your hand is the only end I foresee,
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me
(Graceful, gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion)
By your hand is the only end I foresee,
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me
(Graceful, gracious companion with your eyes of doe and thighs of stallion)
