Из альбома: Charlatan
I could move better if you would drop that beat
and had a different heart something that tasted sweet.
Back at the house the party's loud they're trading shots of
dirty scotch off her stomach in a slow exchanged monologue, these
look catch me bitter and clean, a fix for something sweet
(she whispers)
I want your tongue in my mouth, her hand on the small of my back,
she says "I know this place where we can go,
my boyfriend's in back"
Back at the house the party's loud they're trading shots of
dirty scotch off her stomach in a slow exchanged monologue,
till these look catch me , till these looks come clean, whisper something sweet