Sunset Rubdown - Swimming lyrics
[Sunset Rubdown - Swimming lyrics]
Maybe the dungeon is found in the lake
Maybe exceptions to this could be made
But, I'm swimming, Lord, just to be saved
She always loved him, but not in the way
The way she's supposed to
But she never claimed to
Oh she's swimming, Lord, just to be saved
Young lovers gather around
They hold dirty hands on Sundays
And someday they'll get down on the ground
They'll get down on the ground for you
I'd say you got some explaining to
Do and some claiming to do
And I, I'd say you got some
Dirty dreams that can't come true, oh
Someday he'll get down on the ground
He'll get down on the ground for you
He's getting old, he's getting old
He's getting old
He's getting old, he's getting old
And the water is cold
Bum-bum ba da dum dum bum da dum da dum dum
Bum da dum da dum dum bum da dum da dum dum
Bum da dum da dum dum
Bum-bum ba da dum dum dum dum
Oh, I'd say you got some explaining to
Do and some claiming to do
And I, I'd say you got some
Dirty dreams that can't come true, oh
Someday he'll get down on the ground
Get down on the ground for you
He's getting old, he's getting old
He's getting old
He's getting old, he's getting old
Because variables lurk in the wine
Because the bed's warm and it's cold
Out that's a good sign
It's never ever gonna feel right to
Pull the latch back again
Because the dust you kick up is too fine
Because variables lurk in the wine
Because the bed's warm and it's cold
Out that's a good sign
It's never ever gonna feel right to
Pull the latch back again
Because the dust you kick up is too fine
Maybe exceptions to this could be made
But, I'm swimming, Lord, just to be saved
She always loved him, but not in the way
The way she's supposed to
But she never claimed to
Oh she's swimming, Lord, just to be saved
Young lovers gather around
They hold dirty hands on Sundays
And someday they'll get down on the ground
They'll get down on the ground for you
I'd say you got some explaining to
Do and some claiming to do
And I, I'd say you got some
Dirty dreams that can't come true, oh
Someday he'll get down on the ground
He'll get down on the ground for you
He's getting old, he's getting old
He's getting old
He's getting old, he's getting old
And the water is cold
Bum-bum ba da dum dum bum da dum da dum dum
Bum da dum da dum dum bum da dum da dum dum
Bum da dum da dum dum
Bum-bum ba da dum dum dum dum
Oh, I'd say you got some explaining to
Do and some claiming to do
And I, I'd say you got some
Dirty dreams that can't come true, oh
Someday he'll get down on the ground
Get down on the ground for you
He's getting old, he's getting old
He's getting old
He's getting old, he's getting old
Because variables lurk in the wine
Because the bed's warm and it's cold
Out that's a good sign
It's never ever gonna feel right to
Pull the latch back again
Because the dust you kick up is too fine
Because variables lurk in the wine
Because the bed's warm and it's cold
Out that's a good sign
It's never ever gonna feel right to
Pull the latch back again
Because the dust you kick up is too fine