If I'd been a psychic
I'd jumped windows from joy
Shocking the old boys
If my day hadn't been off
I'd still be numbed out of lust
But now my vision has framed us
You're in my room frying bread
While I get mail from your kid
And you sing
Something in you strikes a match in me
Turning Bob into a choirboy
From my future memories
While my other ear is filled with pleas
Of preserving the family
Words like devil, lust and greed
But babe, I know we're proof
Of something right
They just can't see it
Jasmine Sensations could be
The name of the soap
I try to palm off on you
In order to unscrew the cork
You've got up your butt sometimes
But apart from that and the
Grumbling and the smoking
You're my human of them all
Pushing me gently through my walls
Singing:
I'd jumped windows from joy
Shocking the old boys
If my day hadn't been off
I'd still be numbed out of lust
But now my vision has framed us
You're in my room frying bread
While I get mail from your kid
And you sing
Something in you strikes a match in me
Turning Bob into a choirboy
From my future memories
While my other ear is filled with pleas
Of preserving the family
Words like devil, lust and greed
But babe, I know we're proof
Of something right
They just can't see it
Jasmine Sensations could be
The name of the soap
I try to palm off on you
In order to unscrew the cork
You've got up your butt sometimes
But apart from that and the
Grumbling and the smoking
You're my human of them all
Pushing me gently through my walls
Singing:
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