It's the rite of spring that tries
It thrusts your dreams to months [?]
And makes you more of greed
Than your wailing sea
But tell me who does it like that?
To let me in, and talk about this
And talk love, and let you down?
You've been a saint [?] to come around
Now that I've got that good
Baby, and others just would
I'm a bit older, the feelings go boulders
I'm getting horny tonight
Cuz I can be someone in no-one's eyes
That's the kind of surprise I'm like
And who does it like that?
To be the bad and let you down
You've been a saint for coming back
You need a bath, I'll help you out
You tell me, who does it like that?
To keep you anyhow
Tell me who's disgusting and true
Keep you anyhow
God loves me, I'll have to move [?] surely
If one thing defines, then it's this right now
Oh, should have not been so deserving in kind
You could be with someone who's got better pride
Could it be me? Oh, yeah! Look at me!
Give me the drips, I will see, I will see