Kick back a little just watch and see Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk On the brink of syncopated but not yet sunk I will listen low when you told me That I was all you had to hold How I wish it was so When you told me that you were solid gold
Gravity free as she looked at the highness On a mattress full of anti-matter You never left a very mellow impression You smell or you go to hell expression Quixotic elixir might but probably will not fix your bite Tell me now, tell me how, did I get your lipstick on my kite
I love this weather, it's a perfect storm Just keep it coming in its perfect form I love this weather 'cause it keep me warm Just keep it coming in it's perfect form
Everyday depression in a beautiful dress Oh, lady made a beautiful mess I guess Dedicated mind in a medicated state Is a highly overrated fate Terrible is a soul which you told me That there is such a thing Do you know that you glow When you go from winter into spring
I love this weather, it's a perfect storm Just keep it coming in its perfect form I love this weather 'cause it keep me warm Just keep it coming in its perfect form
The madder the boy The sadder the song That's a wicked fate but the sick get strong Mad boy Sad song A wicked fade but the sick get strong Nobody's right and everyone's wrong I refuse to punt on forth and long Mad boy, sad song Wicked fate but the sick get
Kick back a little just watch and see Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk On the brink of syncopated but not yet sunk I will listen low when you told me That I was all you had to hold How I wish it was so when you told me That you were solid gold
I swear to god I could not hurt you I've got to be inside your virtue I can't contain my urge to search you
I stand before this not known confused I long to be inside your virtue My heart is swollen when I search you
I swear to god I could not hurt you My heart is swollen when I search you I swear to god I could not hurt you
I swear to god I could not hurt you I've got to be inside your virtue I can't contain my urge to search you
Compositores: Anthony Kiedis (Red Hot Chili Peppers), Michael Peter Balzary (Flea), John Anthony Frusciante (John Frusciante), Chad Gaylord Smith (Chad Smith) ECAD: Obra #36446834