Southcott

We'll plan to meet
At your parent's residence
I'll let my love for lechery
Take over me
And all my actions
And all my words
But they so seldom occur
Lock the doors
Turn the music loud
Till our eardrums blow out
Lets go
We'll create a buzz
So much
All the neighborhood will come by
And all we are
Two kids,
With two tin cans
Connected by old strings
On the rooftops taking messages
So tell a good story
To my answering machine
Oh, how heartless I can be
I'm the one whose been
Calling you up
Late at night
To make sure that you're sleeping sound and tight
So just hold your pride
Like you held your breath
Waiting for the telephone to ring
Lungs are empty and your heart has nothing left
I'm the one whose been
Calling you up
Late at night
To make sure that you're sleeping sound and tight
So just hold your pride
Like you held your breath
Waiting for the telephone to ring
Lungs are empty and your hips are motionless