It’s the way that she moves
It’s the way she pulls my moon, throws it over her shoulder
She leaves me so weightless I get confused
It’s the sign of the century and it’s all those things you’re not mentioning
I’ll be damned if I sit back and write pop hits.
Cause it ain’t for the money, babe it ain’t for your tits
And there’s a war going on. There’s a world getting warmer.
There’s a whole lotta people that are looking for a martyr.
I don’t think they’re gonna find it you Mr. Pop Singer
So, how you gonna feed em wichyo TV Guide dinner?
It’s the way that she moves that got me playing her grooves just like a record
Oh, and I’ll be spinning out of control soon.
Waving flag with intensity, proclaiming independency
I’m the man in the mirror staring back at you
I’m your evil twin knocking on the glass, trying to break through
Well, good night little world. Sleep tight baby girl.
Don’t let the bed bugs bight or fright you.
And if any monster try to eat me or you
I’m gonna shoot the bastard all the way to the moon
Oh, I feel it in my hands, the warmth of love, the kiss of death
Can’t stand up cause up cause it takes my breath
And I’m about to lose my troubled head, hanging over my fingertip
Out of reach, I can’t hold on. Is it gone? Never coming back.
“You think you’re the best. The letter that messed it all up.
The limited rest, the primitive test has got you guessing I’m stuffed
Question the puff yeah rough style, coming up out of a tough now.
Want to see luck’s bow? Tell em to sit the fuck down.
What’d you want it to be, the key to the city or me?
Give me the kitty for free, the pussy that looks at me.
A story that cooks for me, as boring as books for me.
Morning glory, don’t ignore me. Don’t ignore me.”
-Jeremy Nutzman
Chorus
Oh no, dear. It’s so gone, baby, gone. Mhmm
Baby, won’t you hold it in your hands.
Yeah, won’t you just, can’t you just, maybe just
One more time hold it in your hands
And on an itty-bitty land, a far away land
There lived an itty-bitty man with a nitty-gritty plan
He came down from his hill in his far away land
He whispered in my ear and this is what he said:
“They’ll try to control you and hold you and mold you.
They’ve made great plans to own you, but they don’t know you.
But you my delightful young lad, don’t take their bate.
Don’t hesitate to just spit it their face. Yes you.
Oh, the future’s so much brighter with you hear.
With every passing second the future’s drawing nearer
To save the world from the evil thief beneath your sheets
To take back your crown, make love to your queen, yeah.”
On the mountain
In the seaIn the valley
On the beach
Underwater
Under me
Insane love, won’t you let me be
On the mountain
In the sea
In the valley
On the beach
In a jet airplane flying high over the tree
sInsane love, won’t you marry me?
Yes, my head just fell off my neck.
Excuse me darling, I will be right back.