Goo

One, two, three, four
Wish I could ride a bike
I'd ride it home to you
Cause lately all my insides feel like goo
Wish I knew all the right words
I'd sing 'em all to you
Maybe it would help what we're going through
Alright

If I could pick you up and dust you off
I'd hold your hand when things got rough
Every step
Going lick for lick
I'm coming home

Wish I could ride a bike
I'd ride it home to you
Cause lately all my insides feel like goo
Wish I knew all the right words
I'd sing em all to you
Maybe it would help what we're going through

If I could pick you up and dust you off
I'd hold your hand when things got rough
Every step
Going lick for lick
I'm coming home



Credits
Writer(s): Culture Abuse
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