Talkshow Boy - Double-Up (Hard Pop Edit) lyrics
[Talkshow Boy - Double-Up Hard Pop Edit lyrics]
Hot dog on a stick, I'm gonna love ya
Your the birds, your the word
I wanna be in the sauna, all alone
Sand and chlorine it sticks to your hair
I owe
(Walk)
You can see the red stains in the
Paintings red and brown
The leaves zoom onto the rug
That's been laid down
They got Chinese checkers and red wine by
The fire when I was 21
I may not own a building but I
Might appreciate one I don't know
Cats out of the bag, I'm gonna find her
In the streets in your home
I wanna be in the sauna, all alone
So if you want i can
Remove the layers of smoke
(Alright, Nebula)
If I learn to swim I could maybe learn to fly
The city looks like better now with
Acoustic circuit's from the sky
Sometimes I get this feeling I
Can mentally move tiny things
Like Matchbox cars and circles
Nothing big yet
I'm still practising
Your the birds, your the word
I wanna be in the sauna, all alone
Sand and chlorine it sticks to your hair
I owe
(Walk)
You can see the red stains in the
Paintings red and brown
The leaves zoom onto the rug
That's been laid down
They got Chinese checkers and red wine by
The fire when I was 21
I may not own a building but I
Might appreciate one I don't know
Cats out of the bag, I'm gonna find her
In the streets in your home
I wanna be in the sauna, all alone
So if you want i can
Remove the layers of smoke
(Alright, Nebula)
If I learn to swim I could maybe learn to fly
The city looks like better now with
Acoustic circuit's from the sky
Sometimes I get this feeling I
Can mentally move tiny things
Like Matchbox cars and circles
Nothing big yet
I'm still practising