I used to see you every day
I used to see you every day
I danced around your folk and soul
I danced to all your fucking soul

I left you with your nose a bleedin'
And your toes creepin' around
Ah so mundane and incomplete
Hand me down my pants
And get me off this street

I'm passed out in your garden
I'm in, I can't get off so soft
I'd pop myself in your body
I'd come into your party but
I'm soft

Behind the fringe of a whiskey high
Mutilating cat like eyes
And in your nose blood decadence
You try to drag me into your bohemian dancing
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Ah, you paint my fingers and you paint my toes
You let your perfect nipple show

I'm passed out in your garden
I'm in, I can't get off so soft
I'd pop myself in your body
I'd come into your party but
I'm soft, but I'm soft

I'm passed out in your garden
I'm in, I can't get off so soft
I'd pop myself in your body
I'd come into your party but
I'm soft

I'm passed out in your garden
I'm in, I can't get off so soft
I'd pop myself in your body
I'd come into your party but
I'm soft

Songwriter(s): Angelo T. Petraglia, Anthony Caleb Followill, Ivan Nathan Followill
Copyright: Universal Polygram Int. Publishing Inc., Martha Street Music, Music Of Windswept, Green Wagon Music, Songs Of Southside Independent Music Publishi, Followill Music
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