Lyrics

Look at my fingers so clean From the bittersweet fever dreams Stuck up between your teeth When my minds obscene Only one thing I can tell What's really on your mind Smooth operator but I come to make it nice Just enough of my love to tide you over girl Til the morning comes Round Just enough of my love to tide you over girl Til the morning comes Round Fire cloud from a white light Keep bangin out an alibi A generations daily and shakin At least we can say it was well wasted Shakin in your boots Is like a sorry lame excuse Chalk it up to you Before we hit you with the truth Least theres still a record I can play it on repeat Cry baby cry All night long Just enough of my love to tide you over girl Til the morning comes Round Just enough of my love to tide you over girl Til the morning comes Round Fire cloud from a white light Keep bangin out an alibi You'll pout, I'll fight A better way to go waste my time A generations daily and shakin Self medicating Well worth the wait and So close they almost want to taste it Least we can say it was well wasted Look at my fingers so clean From the bittersweet fever dreams Stuck up between your teeth When my minds obscene Just enough of my love to tide you over girl Morning comes Round Fire cloud from a white light Keep bangin out an alibi You'll pout, I'll fight A better way to go waste my time A generations daily and shakin Self medicating Well worth the wait and So close they almost want to taste it Least we can say it was well wasted Well wasted
Writer(s): Kevin Mckeown, Eric Owen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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