Why can't we dance in the same groove every day?. My step starts from 6 to 1, from 6 to 1, you make fun of my honesty. But I think consciousness is the same in space... in space....
The bomb in my heart is beating me a be note. Maybe my ear dirt is cheating on me, yo. 'Cause missin' you on Sunday morning, I need somethin' new. It's Sunday morning.