Dream Catcher
Why don't you get on this
What's love what's fame in cumbersome hands
Where's your man he's gone but you understand
We'll laugh for days and never look back
A common soul with a goal to please the biggest sack
From fringe to bra and the underwear
Skin on sole as if there's nothing else to wear
Poles, fools, floors to ceilings
Pitiful men with unbroken feelings
But money to spend for a nail above their head
And a forbidden color you're not just another
Native spirit dancer, you're a the dream catcher
What's dreams what's stains on a brown suede legs
Nowhere to go when the pilgrims beg
We'll cry for years and begat your today
So your kids will have somewhere to stay
To each his own as they blow their load
Not a desperate hand but you could cry on command
Poles, fools, floors to ceilings
Pitiful men with unbroken feelings
But money to spend for a nail above their head
And a forbidden color you're not just another
Native spirit dancer, you're a the dream catcher
What's love, fame in cumbersome hands
We'll laugh for days and never look back
What's dreams, stains on a brown suede legs
We'll cry for years and begat your today
What's love, fame in cumbersome hands
We'll laugh for days and never look back
What's dreams, stains on a brown suede legs
We'll cry for years and begat your today
She's above your head she's above your head
She's above your head she's above your head she's above your head
What's love what's fame in cumbersome hands
Where's your man he's gone but you understand
We'll laugh for days and never look back
A common soul with a goal to please the biggest sack
From fringe to bra and the underwear
Skin on sole as if there's nothing else to wear
Poles, fools, floors to ceilings
Pitiful men with unbroken feelings
But money to spend for a nail above their head
And a forbidden color you're not just another
Native spirit dancer, you're a the dream catcher
What's dreams what's stains on a brown suede legs
Nowhere to go when the pilgrims beg
We'll cry for years and begat your today
So your kids will have somewhere to stay
To each his own as they blow their load
Not a desperate hand but you could cry on command
Poles, fools, floors to ceilings
Pitiful men with unbroken feelings
But money to spend for a nail above their head
And a forbidden color you're not just another
Native spirit dancer, you're a the dream catcher
What's love, fame in cumbersome hands
We'll laugh for days and never look back
What's dreams, stains on a brown suede legs
We'll cry for years and begat your today
What's love, fame in cumbersome hands
We'll laugh for days and never look back
What's dreams, stains on a brown suede legs
We'll cry for years and begat your today
She's above your head she's above your head
She's above your head she's above your head she's above your head
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Tarin
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