Van Gogh

I had a dream that I was Van Gogh

Living like a vandal

In my tiny castle

I painted portraits of a mornin'

Coffee with my lord, he's still missin' his girl Mary

Ooh, we're talkin' dirty now, I like it when we move like that

Ooh, we're shapin' little lies on the tips of our tongues

Where you at, where you at?

She fancied herself a Rimbaud

Coming out that swamp slow, her head up in the cosmos

She's got them absinthe eyes, I told you

She's tryna break that mold, fool

I need a little strange fruit

Ooh, we're talkin' dirty now, I like it when we move like that

Ooh, we're shapin' little lies on the tips of our tongues

Where you at, where you at?

Ooh oo-oo-ooh, oo-ooh

Where you at?

Ooh oo-oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oh

Where you at?

Ooh oo-oo-ooh, oo-ooh

Where you at?

Ooh oo-oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oh

Where you at?

I drank the blues with my bourbon

Jimmy Reed's a sermon

"Little Rain" a-thundering

I stood up and started singing

I got all this feeling, I'm swinging from the ceiling