Bailey (feat. Nati Dreddd)

My attention, she rolls between her thumb And her index finger Boys, they linger at their own demise Eyes of emerald, like the hems she's been practising On Goodwill sweaters Now, where's her Parsons letter? She might not know that I exist But just wait 'til I'm a buck fifty And get that old Camino fixed Bailey, by design, is a someday sort of valentine And my oh my, what a someday that'll be Bailey takes her time with cream and sugar and the crooked lines Of that note that I know she'll never read Baby, that's fine by me 'Cause while Bailey's stealing peeks between her stitches I might steal one for myself Thirty seconds, that must be some kinda record Before some lovesick fella asks me "Honey, whatcha making?" Can't you tell? I'm making plans To dress the world with these two hands Don't need no man to 'splain it to me Unless that man's on laundry duty Maybe when I'm old and rich (Maybe when I'm old) I might find some hand to hold But I sure won't hold my breath Bailey, by design, is a someday sort of valentine And my oh my, what a someday that'll be (Someday that'll be) Bailey takes her time with cream and sugar and the crooked lines Of that note that I know she'll never read Baby, that's fine by me (That's fine by me) 'Cause while Bailey's stealing peeks between her stitches I might steal one for myself I tell you Bailey, by design, is a someday sort of valentine And jam on rye, what a someday that'll be Don't ya know that Bailey, by design, is a someday sort of valentine And my oh my, what a someday that'll be Bailey takes her time with cream and sugar and the crooked lines Of that note that I know she'll never read Baby, that's fine by me 'Cause while Bailey's stealing peeks between her stitches (I ain't got not time for midnight kisses) I say while Bailey's stealing peeks between her stitches I might steal one for myself