Come over to my house
I'll pour some tea for us
One sugar or two
Your hand is right in front of me,
Your finger fragilely, holy on, my side
Faster than an astronaut
Who's coming home to what
He left long ago
I've made this brand new bed for
You, I trust the things we do, Holy or not
Open the gate cause you're already late, at the end at the lane, is a glass of
Lemona-ade, keep or the path when
You hear the laugh, in the white of her
Palm is your heart!
(I'll be brave for a while, I won't bring you down anymore then you are)
Please, be my baby, don't mean
Maybe or not, look out the
Window, there's a bright, yellow cat
Beach House
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