Mat Kearney

Well it was me and burkam running circles round the joint
Trying to jump on the circus trying to get across our point
Ya we were young and dump and looking for a fight
Burning both ends of the candle at both ends of the night
She was walking gracefully like she stepped out of a cocoon
Down through Manhattan boulevard and first avenue
With her black frame glasses and her daisy perfume I said
«Have we met before?» She said «No, it’s only noon»
Uh oh… to be young and dumb and in love
To be young and dumb and in love
Baby you got me ten feet off the ground
I’m talking too much and you don't make a sound
The prettiest face and those rock-a-bye baby browns
All I’ve waited for's come true
To be young and dumb and in love
With you, you, you, you (2x)
Well we sat in the park grass so scared of the past
Rolling round like blankets oh this won’t last
Dancing to five spot records with smoke in the air
You could smell it the morning your could smell it in her hair
Found myself on my knees a little more each night
Is this what I’ve waited for all of my life?
Put your hand with a feather tattoo on your wrist
On this skinny little white boys fat hustling hips