Buck 65 - Gee Whiz lyrics
[Buck 65 - Gee Whiz lyrics]
Tell me what is it is, Gee Whiz
I don't think I know
Well believe me I've tried
But there's no explaining
Eyes piled up you look like a painting
Saintly and sexy, the soft-spoken wind blows
Uncertain curtains cover broken windows
In desperate need of a
Safe haven and inflamed
I walk around Paris, unshaven and ashamed
20 odd years since last time I slow danced
Teenage crisis and the end of romance
I see myself in the form of a wolf
Furry down on all fours and worried
Uneven colours and the echoes of fly tones
Connections I've lost in a
Collection of jawbones
Apples and oranges, you decide which
I'm writing graffiti on suicide bridge
I once knew a woman who was clever and tough
Who said too much make up is never enough
Her eyelids were heavy with words and desire
She lives underwater with the
Birds and the fire
And it just so happens I'm selling my psyche
If you like love you'll love this
Most likely
You and me are meant to be
That's right I love you can't you see
Whatever partner you do choose you
Have the ability to marry
6, 7, 8, I'll never hurt you you know
Husbands love their wives
Yeah, love the woman
Part of me is here with you
One life, where my heart beats for you
Well, here we are again
Here's a couple, treacherous
I'm impatient in relationships in and love
When will you see quand allez-vous me voir
Tell me what is it is, Gee Whiz
I don't think I know
Bird girl sorry I'm too sleepy to make
But the sounds of my dreams
Always keep me awake
Don't wanna scare the birds away
So I speak soft
Memories like the shows of Vanessa Beecroft
Her bedroom philosophies are so perplexing
But, I think these two wooden
Legs are so sexy
Cries of sadness spectacular
You be Rossy de Palma and
I'll be your Dracula
Fist is of agony decorate the last room
Shoes by the door on the
Floor is your costume
Open the trunk with the car key, the odd way
Love songs call me the marquee de shad
Lord of the files you lost me I wonder how
Midnight meet me at the
Entrance for the underground
So many questions but I'm afraid to ask
So I whisper them to apollinaire by Picasso
I touch all the flowers and break the chain
I wish I could fly but
I'd rather take the train
And it just so happens I'm selling my psyche
If you like love you'll love this
You wouldn't tell me what it was because
I don't think you know
I don't think I know
Well believe me I've tried
But there's no explaining
Eyes piled up you look like a painting
Saintly and sexy, the soft-spoken wind blows
Uncertain curtains cover broken windows
In desperate need of a
Safe haven and inflamed
I walk around Paris, unshaven and ashamed
20 odd years since last time I slow danced
Teenage crisis and the end of romance
I see myself in the form of a wolf
Furry down on all fours and worried
Uneven colours and the echoes of fly tones
Connections I've lost in a
Collection of jawbones
Apples and oranges, you decide which
I'm writing graffiti on suicide bridge
I once knew a woman who was clever and tough
Who said too much make up is never enough
Her eyelids were heavy with words and desire
She lives underwater with the
Birds and the fire
And it just so happens I'm selling my psyche
If you like love you'll love this
Most likely
You and me are meant to be
That's right I love you can't you see
Whatever partner you do choose you
Have the ability to marry
6, 7, 8, I'll never hurt you you know
Husbands love their wives
Yeah, love the woman
Part of me is here with you
One life, where my heart beats for you
Well, here we are again
Here's a couple, treacherous
I'm impatient in relationships in and love
When will you see quand allez-vous me voir
Tell me what is it is, Gee Whiz
I don't think I know
Bird girl sorry I'm too sleepy to make
But the sounds of my dreams
Always keep me awake
Don't wanna scare the birds away
So I speak soft
Memories like the shows of Vanessa Beecroft
Her bedroom philosophies are so perplexing
But, I think these two wooden
Legs are so sexy
Cries of sadness spectacular
You be Rossy de Palma and
I'll be your Dracula
Fist is of agony decorate the last room
Shoes by the door on the
Floor is your costume
Open the trunk with the car key, the odd way
Love songs call me the marquee de shad
Lord of the files you lost me I wonder how
Midnight meet me at the
Entrance for the underground
So many questions but I'm afraid to ask
So I whisper them to apollinaire by Picasso
I touch all the flowers and break the chain
I wish I could fly but
I'd rather take the train
And it just so happens I'm selling my psyche
If you like love you'll love this
You wouldn't tell me what it was because
I don't think you know