Cute thing – Car Seat Headrest – letras

I got so fucking romanticI apologizeLemme light your cigaretteCome visit Kansas for a week of debaucherySongs and high fives and weird sexCute thingDon’t be rude, thingHot thingIt was nothingGodGive me Frank ocean’s voiceAnd James brown’s stage presenceI will be your rock, Godwhen you’re rolling the diceI got so fucking romanticI apologizeLemme smoke your weed, no waitHealthy minds make sexy bodiesLet us touch so much of ourselves togetherCute thingDon’t be rude, thingHot thingIt was nothingDogGive me one little chanceI can make you a manI will be your rock, dogwhen you’re rolling your eyesHe died in an explosionOf mixed media and poorly written reviewsAnd some stammering drunkwho tried to tell him how good his shit wasThat is some good shit, manI accidentally spoke your first name aloudTrying to make it fit in the lyrics of Ana Ngworked like a charmWe’re getting oldWhen will we walk in each other’s majestic presence?Listen, hear my wordsThey’re the ones you’d think I would sayif I was John LinnellOr trying to be John LinnellI am a lovedI would sleep nakedNext to you nakedI am lovedI am lovedI would sleep nakedNext to you nakedI am lovedI am lovedLike some excommunicated priestCasting demonsAsked one what its name was