Porra

Touch my stomach you golden haired, great legged Amazon
Why were you there to begin with on the floor we're standing on
Your eyes look at me like that, with a closed mouth you call my name
What the hell's your deal, what is your angle, I must be missing your game

Jesus Christ, what the hell is wrong with my head
When will this hellish mindset of mine end

At this point I'm sure you have a fair amount of questions
I don't know if I should really answer them
"What a weirdo", everyone could point and laugh and stare my way
I'll take an easy breather, kick my legs up, and enjoy my day

Is it the same for them all or is it just me
It's always someone different, could be her or she

Something rocksteady is underneath, my purple flower candle
I'm lifted from my bed following the dream trail out my second floor window
I only wait on one thing take a guess at what it is
You would never realize, I'm waiting for my...

How...
How...
How...
How...

You punched down with this one
I'll run around in ecstasy



Credits
Writer(s): Khalil Kaczmarek
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