Lyrics Tongue Slap Your Brains Out - Torres

Knowing you were laundry-folding just outside the bedroom door, I slept near it
Knowing you would carry half the hapless buzzing of my dilated spirit

I know you never dreamed I′d become a damn Yankee
I need you to believe that I'm still your same baby

No feeling like finding a peach cobbler sunning belly-up on the granite
The kind that′ll make your tongue slap all your brains out

I know you never dreamed I'd become a damn Yankee
I need you to believe that I'm still your same baby
I know you never dreamed I′d become a damn Yankee
If you could only see, it′s still the Georgia winds that move me