I could walk away from you. If that's what you wanted. But when you look for something new. You can be so disappointed. . It's funny how it used to be.
Boy got paparazzi, rich lead to slum. Let him think the grass is greener, it always is for someone. Pilgrims and penitents, saying it's the end of the world.
Do you remember when men wore skirts?. (So hip). In kipper ties like jealous flirts. (So hip). In calico and in brocade shirts. So hip it hurts. . Do you remember when girls wore slacks?.
It's four o'clock, and the bells are ringing. The sun is in the sky. I hear the song that the breeze is bringing. I smile and close my eyes. . Slowly drifting deeper and deeper inside.
See the girl in the Cabriolet. I'm gonna make her mine someday. . The traffic stops and she steps out. Every man starts to scream and shout. . There's a space in the week.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah. I was lost in paradise, I was washed ashore. I was praying someone would walk right through that door. I was hung in effigy, I was flayed alive.
Pa da, pa pa pa, pa da. Seeking your own satori. Pa da, pa pa pa, pa da. Seeking your own satori. . Pa da, pa pa pa, pa da. Kissing the sky and heaven above.
Skimpy bikinis and bear skin. It's always good to see them out again. Cabin fever, grey skies. Six months of winter finally waved goodbye. Sometimes this world seems cold as ice.
I was watching the news tonight. Anchorman said there was a fight. And a young man died from his wounds. They showed pictures of the battle. . And I almost turned the channel.
There's no place I'd rather be. Than on this blanket here with you. Watching that big red sunset. Into a Caribbean blue. We're sure it's hot down here.
Spending all my time. Ah, nah nah, nah nah, oh. Ah, nah nah, nah nah, oh. . Spending all my time lovin' you, all my time lovin' you. Need a few more seconds in my day.
Nice legs, Daisy dukes, makes a man go [whistle]. Thats the way they all come through like [whistle whistle]. Low-cut, see-through shirts that make you [whistle].
Nice legs, Daisy Dukes makes a man go. That's the way they all come through like. Low cut, see through shirts that make ya. That's the way she come through like.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Colorado. Wud up mother fucker, 303, new shit. What place? yeah, yeah, take a leaver, 303, king the strong man. Call around a bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, new shit.
[Verse 1 (Kiely):]. See Ive been dealing with you for about 6 months. And I knew you had a girl but, we got to touching. One thing to the next, I had this boy fienin bout to make his girl his ex.
Oh No. . Yeaaah. Ooooh. . Cuz the boys look so good. But their minds are not ready (Oh No). I know their young but. I need a man not a grown boy (Noo).