Porches - Rich Hands (pumpkin lover) lyrics
[Porches - Rich Hands pumpkin lover lyrics]
I cannot seem to find you anywhere
My palms seem to land
And those rich jade and
Golden-red polish hands
While the women bundle up
But they don't seem fit
Oh, I'm certain they are
Kindly would love me and treat me nice
But, I don't wanna hold their hand
And I don't want them in the bed
I don't want them in their beds
I just want my best friend
So, call me sick
But what's a boy supposed to
Do when he's thick headed
And he only dreams in green and red
And I want to hold your hand
And I want you in the bed
And I want you in my bed
I just want my best friend
Call your papa on the phone
Like father like son like dog like bone
I don't know if I'll leave this home
Call your papa on the phone
Like father like son like dog like bone
I don't know if I'll leave this home