The Black Lips - Dog Years Lyrics

Lyrics Dog Years - The Black Lips



I love you but your heart is made of gristle
I love you like a [?] missile
And when I come, I always whistle
It's the liquid on your tongue, it always ripples
Don't dial, dial
Don't dial
Don't dial, dial
Don't dial
I love you for my cuts, it makes me wanna throw up
[?] actin' like a grown up
I hate my teachers, they always get shown up
And now I got the math skills of a cup
Don't dial, dial
Don't dial
Don't dial, dial
Don't dial
You came to party
And you stepped outside
You grabbed your Virginia Slim ultra light
Menthol 100s, kush, soft pack
You lit a match
And the puny flame could barely withstand the wind
You looked at me so wild
You blew smoke in my twinkling eyes
And it burned as the carbon dioxide
Activated into my pulsating retinas
Staring back at you in awe
Like some cutting-edge piece of technological equipment
I knew you were the one



Writer(s): Bradford Cox, Cole Alexander, Patrick Carney, Jared Swilley, Joe Bradley


The Black Lips - Underneath the Rainbow
Album Underneath the Rainbow
date of release
18-03-2014




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