i love the smell of sweat in a discotheque
coupled with your breath of gin and sherbet
you make my words all fall apart like cigarettes
i never learned to roll, burning holes in polaroids
of amsterdam seen through your eyes
so i stayed up early to see the sunrise
then it dawned on me what i've been looking for
is the 42p you threw back on the dancefloor
saying leave it, we don't need it anymore
hopelessly lost then found in your mix tape of sound
advice, my thoughts linger on your smile
and i have everything i want, at least for a while
coupled with your breath of gin and sherbet
you make my words all fall apart like cigarettes
i never learned to roll, burning holes in polaroids
of amsterdam seen through your eyes
so i stayed up early to see the sunrise
then it dawned on me what i've been looking for
is the 42p you threw back on the dancefloor
saying leave it, we don't need it anymore
hopelessly lost then found in your mix tape of sound
advice, my thoughts linger on your smile
and i have everything i want, at least for a while
october 2010
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