Dressed to Digress

Текст песни Boy Crisis - Dressed to Digress

Fresh to death and dressed to digress
I'm just a tiger and I'm lookin' for a tigress
My guess is that you might bless
Me with your holy water just like you were a pope baby
You got me hangin' from a rope lady
Just like a tire swing, lovin' you is tiring

Hold up, let me catch my b-b-b-b-b-b-breath
[heavy breathing]
Okay...

[Chorus]
You can do me up like Woodrow Wilson, carry my children, exit the building
Let me love you like you're the shit, girl
You're the shit, girl
You're the shit, girl
You can do me up like Bruce Springsteen, ask the swim team, pass the string beans
Let me love you like you're the shit, girl
You're the shit, girl
You're the shit, girl

I've been to Prague, I've been to Iraq
Been to Djbuti and I never came back
Where you from? you must be Japanese-Jamaican
'cause ja-panties are ja-makin' me hot and I'm not fakin'
I wanna be makin' you scream like a car alarm
Your fingers raking me like leaves on an autumn lawn
All up in my spaghetti like your parmesan
Hold up, let me catch my b-b-b-b-b-b-reath
[heavy breathing]

[Chorus x3]