It'll be a long time
I love the way you comb your hair
And I love the way you sachet in the room
Your perfume lingers in the air
I love everything about you
Oh about you
Mmmmmm
I love the way you lick your lips, dear
You got fireworks in your head
And I love the way you bring me water
When I'm thirsty in your bed
I love everything about you
Oh about you
Mmmmmm
You were surely kissed by angels
Look at the freckles on your face
You got the devil in your eyes
You disappear without a trail
I love sneaking up behind yo
Basketball
so i'm just the medecine
you take when your sick
you get well and thats it
i'm put back on the shelf in your mirror
and it isn't exceptional
the corse of our fate
so people love and they hate
and i guess it's just our turn to hate
yeah,you were just some song i wrote
a poem on a page
a sculpture i made out of clay
desire was the flame
but now your more of a basketball
boys just pass you around
they bouce you hard on the ground
and dribble
and then we all get high fives
and you think i'm an asshole now
well you're proably right
but at least i'm not blind to the facts
i've been wishing were lies
but still i hope you get everything
that you care to posess
and unbeleivable sex with him
or anyone of my friends
but just don't ask about my apetite
i dind't loose it tonight
no, it's been gone half my life
it's just i have been eating for you