Vanilla Curls

I could drown myself in metaphor I could crown your head and catch the floor Lookin' up at a yellow girl She won't cut me free of her Vanilla Curls I'm tied up in her shy and fair-haired fairy prison I thought that I was high, but I had barely risen Equipped with private eyes, her stare declared me missing Tried to talk myself out of it, but I never listen Two pairs of bare feet sneak out bearing secret care Scared to make a scene, but can't bare to let it be One stairwell love affair pairs well with twenty beers Can you carry my care dear? What will it take? Was this a Mistake? I'm paying the price For those velvet eyes In a minute she already put my feelings in their place I hate vegetables, but I'd put that stringbean on my plate She caught me by the ear and left me lying here in writhing fear If I get any deeper, I might need diving gear Instant kindred inhibition A kiss then distance It isn't over, lets call it An infinite intermission Two pairs of bare feet sneak out bearing secret care Scared to make a scene, but can't bare to let it be If I'm a bitter cold, then you're the remedy Can you carry my care dear? What will it take? Was this a mistake? I'm paying the price For those velvet eyes