Milk And Apples Lyrics - Jets To Brazil

now she's milk and she's apples 

you're scotch and segregation 

lips like molasses 

you're smiling saccharine sidewalks 

crashing the car just to make a connection each week 

greasing the palm of the grease monkey keep it discreet 

while she types and she answers 

you pay for information 

wonder what are the chances 

just pray there's conversation 

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taking your faith past her desk on a mid day drive 

radio filling aborting your mission drive by 

you're in the bathroom playing dead 

i just know numbers now i'm feeling 

what am i feeling what am i feeling and what i feeling 

i can't cut though to you 

caught yourself while undressing 

nude in a cold reflection 

hands probe assessing 

slow pills to change the painting 

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running the ship over rocks as the sirens sing storms 

taking the water to heart as you make for the shore 

she's milk and apples 

and i'm on nine