Album: Soft Rock
now we live in domes, and our dome's the dome that always snows
down on me, i guess she caught what was coming for me
she lets me braid her hair, but she never lets me pick out what she wears
who's that guy tellin lies behind your junior high?
he turns me on
learned to dance to the mountain song out on that grass
i think i made juanita laugh
she says we'll wake up tomorrow in the parking lot at rainbow
but everytime i see an eagle, it's a filthy fucking seagull
grab my clothes and tap my toes
i tell myself this ain't no place like rome
i know that rome's the place she always goes
down on me, and it's not just gravity
because i tell her things and things that sound the way that james brown sings the sex machine
i feel good now that you're gone
and outside the club is where we spill our drinks in memory of
all those guys that didn't make it till the dawn
she says we'll wake up all bloody in the parking lot at friendly's
but everytime i chase a squirrel it rips apart my world
i grab my clothes and blow my nose
i sell myself this ain't no place to jones
and she's proud of her sound-proof bedroom
it gets so loud, there's like thirty threesomes
and hey jones beach don't you freak when you see me
I MC sweet lemme free your party
and the boombox rocks and the microphone shocks
keep this talk inside these blocks
rooftop cops and the deadbolt locks
keep these rocks inside these socks
if we're really gonna wait, baby can't we take a shower
you look just like an otter when i push you underwater