Scene swept along in a rush, shudder to worry enough I guess a
crush is a crush. You said your heart was a map, that I fold to fit paper
bats and guide with my hand along a cloud sky. As we crease in half
she starts to laugh, we attract to attach. I know you think it's
mean, maybe I should come clean wasn't suppose to be a sing-a-long.
tsk tsk tsk, I'm not the one here shaking their bones, but if i can,
I'll be the last one shaking their bones.
I guess a crush is a crush, boys and girls in the sheets, your
eyeliner is better suited on me. Fits so jealous and sleek
dust it off, no prints on me.
Somehow you got to help me out now cause right now I shaking bones.
