I’m getting lost in your curls I’m drawing pictures on your skin, so soft it twirls I like your looks when you get mean I know I shouldn’t say so but when you claw me like a cat I’m beaming
I like the way you squeeze my hand Pulling me into another dream, a lucid dream I’m getting lost in your curls I’m getting crushed out on the things that only I should see They’re not for boys, they’re just for me, hurry to talk from far away
I can see you, you curl your fists and you pull your hair When we’re alone I wanna say Let’s just stay in, no one’s here in our apartment, babe
Put on the dress that I like It makes me so crazy though I can’t say why Keep on your stockings for a while Some kind of magic in the way you’re lying there
when you hear a song and it feels like someone ripped your intestines out ..
So my mom told me to record a song for her. She didn’t give specific instructions like what kind of song and she didn’t tell me not to fool around while singing, so there.. now’s my chance to do some impressions