Lyrics Her Love - Alex Ebert

Golden shower
Is this real or just radio in the park
Heroin sugar flames
Diamond in her shoes
Woke up in box of pine
Don't tell me you don't romance it
The old man said you are lying
Feel the sunshine
As it's raining on God's gift to symmetry
All tits and energy
Don't need touch to get it on
I got my heart in Gammalon
Magic hour in the car
You were sucking on my cock

On my cold shoulder the future is real
Her love is the ghetto
Her love is a poor boy
Her love is the sunshine
Her love is a soldier
Her love

Hold me closely
Wipe my ass with those fast fashion beauty queens
God's own amphetamine
You got fire in your eye
You live life so you could die
Don't tell me you don't romance it
The old man said you're lying
Holy shit, dear I get morbid like
Stepchild radio Television, very slow
Oh, these are the graves of our tricks
All that time got cashed in change
When your pussy met my dick

Suicide, baby, the future is real
Her love is the ghetto
Her love is a poor boy
Her love
Her love is a soldier
Her love is the rainbow
Her love

Her love is the wonder
Her love is a soldier
Her love
Her love is the ghetto
Her love is a rocket
Her love