Treehouse

Someday you and I will live alone
Way up in the sky in a place that we own
Laughing at our TV that only we can see
Oh, I wanna be
Oh, I wanna be

In a tree
Listening to your favourite songs
Feel the breeze
But we cannot be here for too long
'Cause soup's on, and you made it specially for me
Oh, I love living in a fucking tree

It's a treehouse in the middle of Harvard Square
Where we can go when the world is just too much to bear
I can take you to the library and check out 20 books
Or you can kiss me in the living room when I give you that look
I make breakfast, you make dinner

If we're tired we'll have someone deliver
Pizza to our treehouse
Wonder what delivery guy thinks about
Us and our living situation
But all I can think about is how your lips give me heart palpitations
Heart palpitations

Check my temperature
'Cause I think I'm lovesick
Get a thermometer
Don't wanna love you real quick

Check my temperature
'Cause I think I'm lovesick
Get a thermometer
Don't wanna love you real quick

Check my temperature
'Cause I think I'm lovesick
Get a thermometer
Don't wanna love you real quick

Check my temperature
'Cause I think I'm lovesick
Get a thermometer
Don't wanna love you real quick
Oh, oh, don't wanna love you real quick
Oh, oh, ooh



Credits
Writer(s): Frances Garrett
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