You Am I - Beehive Lyrics

Lyrics Beehive - You Am I



At best I'm a stripped tree
Ripped up at the roots
Carnival clown
Strung up for his boots
But swings his dick
In your whiskey and dry
But I propose that we get proper
Properly aligned
What's the worst?
Could ever come from cursing the climbs
It's romantic as the first time
I'll see you cry
So come buckle up, hitch a ride,
And try your luck on a beehive
Oh come hit the button, there's always,
Some dinted love on a beehive
Oh come saddle up, there's the hunted,
There's the cup on a beehive
Life's but steam, when the bus
Controls your dreams on a beehive
Let's not invent patterned names(?)
Bum cheeks, honey
I'm the sour, I'm the cream
Your antediluvian dream
Something borrowed, something used (new)
Something you
So I propose that we compose
A song devoid of rhyme
What's the worst? Could ever come from
Cursing the climbs
It's romantic as the first time
We cussed goodbye
So come pucker up, hitch a ride,
And try your luck on a beehive
Oh come hit the button, there's always
Some dinted love on a beehive
Come saddle up, there's the hunted,
There's the cup on a beehive
Life's but steam, when the bus
Controls your dreams on a beehive



Writer(s): Tim Adrian Rogers


You Am I - Porridge and Hotsauce
Album Porridge and Hotsauce
date of release
06-11-2015




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