Oranje Guice

3:30 a.m. got you in my head 3:55, now you're in my bed We smoked and we made love and do it again Always subconscious 'bout your morning breath I don't fuck with fighting 'cause that shit is tiring It'd be kinda hard with my lip that you're biting I say I love you, but you think I'm lying You think commitment's something I'm implying But I'm here for the summer, so let's get loose You're making pancakes and I'll pour the orange juice You make me go crazy, loose just a couple screws And when it's over, we'll just fucking call it a truce We should elope, but it might be too soon Call you at 3 a.m., to say, "Go look at the moon" We get to talking, you end up in my room I don't know why not, when we got nothin' to do Wonder how long we can keep up with the rules I don't know about you, but I'm not the type to lose But I'm here for the summer, so let's get loose You're making pancakes and I'll pour the orange juice You make me go crazy, lose just a couple screws And when it's over, we'll just fucking call it a truce But I'm here for the summer, so let's get loose You're making pancakes and I'll pour the orange juice You say you love me too, and now my cheeks are rouge And then we dance around the kitchen listening to the blues