Из альбома: Types of Wood
On a necktie, on when we play (?), playing like two tiny bones.
Trying hard not to laugh, laughing at the way that we walk.
Turn you on, push of a button, on and off all night long.
Smelling sweat, sweat from you, dripping down off your neck.
Like a woodsman running hard, chopping wood, never small.
Staying young, driving hard, driving in the desert sun.
Sunburnt arm, lip-locking fun, leaning up against the wall.
Tent is up, sleeping bag fun; zipper getting stuck on the fold.
Reservations on her body, thoughts are gettin naughty, feelings are exciting.
Ponytail, I'm so excited, a little piece of my control.
Like your bare skin under shirt wearing, glowin like bright lights on (?).
Thigh bones, wink of an eye, the night is almost done.
A bathrobe on the floor, kind of like a fifty-year-old.