Jam
Once you get higher than Robert, your words get deeper than Pink Floyd
Moving gentle like Tenacious D
They ask more questions than Ellen, you have more answers than Siri
Somebody please make me a cup of tea
With less guns than Green Day, more crimes than Damien Rice
You storm in looking sassy and wild
Unfaithful like Rihanna but you greet me like Adele
So much sweeter than Axl's child
And I am grateful for my legs for supporting me
And I am thankful for my arms for always staying by my side
And I don't know what I would do without my fingers
On my fingers I can always count
Mouth is dryer than Mojave, body's cool as Ice Cube's fridge
But I sure don't feel unclassy
I feel so hungry but we only have instant soup
Lift those cups like you're Leo Messi
But you know the words without a filter get mixed with flawless laughter and more
Though I know even microwave stops, when you open the door
And I am grateful for my legs for supporting me
And I am thankful for my arms for always staying by my side
And I don't know what I would do without my fingers
On my fingers I can always count
Moving gentle like Tenacious D
They ask more questions than Ellen, you have more answers than Siri
Somebody please make me a cup of tea
With less guns than Green Day, more crimes than Damien Rice
You storm in looking sassy and wild
Unfaithful like Rihanna but you greet me like Adele
So much sweeter than Axl's child
And I am grateful for my legs for supporting me
And I am thankful for my arms for always staying by my side
And I don't know what I would do without my fingers
On my fingers I can always count
Mouth is dryer than Mojave, body's cool as Ice Cube's fridge
But I sure don't feel unclassy
I feel so hungry but we only have instant soup
Lift those cups like you're Leo Messi
But you know the words without a filter get mixed with flawless laughter and more
Though I know even microwave stops, when you open the door
And I am grateful for my legs for supporting me
And I am thankful for my arms for always staying by my side
And I don't know what I would do without my fingers
On my fingers I can always count
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Writer(s): Andreas Peetre
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