Household Names

Love befall from the apple tree
None have the nerve to come to me
'Cause fallen, I turned around

A good fair distance, bringing my presents
Dressed like I had been seeing the woman
Seeing the woman with her bandaged face (finally)
She was mystery with the falling leaves (eyes familiar)
Wish these idiots would leave me the space
To bear my homage to his prickly face

Love befall from the apple tree
Energy creates energy
Badi-badi...

Transmit to all of you is what I wanna do
What I want to do, not work but transmit
To transmit what I want
To transmit what I want

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-oh-hey
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-oh-hey

I have thought about being made gigolo
But I am worried about the health risks
Those who work but don't earn
Those who earn and don't work

We want peace of the senses
She could be my friend and the jealousy end
She was mystery of the foreign rain

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-oh-hey
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-oh-hey

Transmit to all of you is what I wanna do
What I want to do, not work but transmit
To transmit what I want
To transmit what I want

To transmit what I want
To transmit what I want
To transmit what I want
To transmit what I want



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Gane, Laetitia Sadier
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