Jasmine
It's springtime in the Holly
My lust walks 20 feet ahead of me
I let the wind play with my hair
The momentary indulgence
I imagine it's you there
But you pass through
Morning commute
Probably being all badass and beautiful
This winter took forever
Dragging out those ancient sounds of futures 'ready severed
But I practiced walking my head high
Nobody had to know the face my pillow wore at night
Wondering what's wrong with me
To want someone so out of reach
It's probably got to do with you being
So ooo ooo OOO
Jasmine holy sweet perfume
Fills my head when I think of you
Jasmine holy sweet perfume
Fills in ear to ear when I think of you
I don't wanna define Einstein's insane
Do you know how many songs have your name?
And the streets are lined with bud reminders of the tickle in my brain
I remember that time you looked up at me
I at least piqued curiosity
You say it isn't right
But I am kind
And you may find yourself
Slumming with me some night
Wondering what's wrong with me
To feel something so cracked and deep
It's probably got to do with you being so ooo OoO OOO
Jasmine holy sweet perfume
Fills my head when I think of you
Jasmine holy sweet perfume
Fills in ear to ear when I think of you
My lust walks 20 feet ahead of me
I let the wind play with my hair
The momentary indulgence
I imagine it's you there
But you pass through
Morning commute
Probably being all badass and beautiful
This winter took forever
Dragging out those ancient sounds of futures 'ready severed
But I practiced walking my head high
Nobody had to know the face my pillow wore at night
Wondering what's wrong with me
To want someone so out of reach
It's probably got to do with you being
So ooo ooo OOO
Jasmine holy sweet perfume
Fills my head when I think of you
Jasmine holy sweet perfume
Fills in ear to ear when I think of you
I don't wanna define Einstein's insane
Do you know how many songs have your name?
And the streets are lined with bud reminders of the tickle in my brain
I remember that time you looked up at me
I at least piqued curiosity
You say it isn't right
But I am kind
And you may find yourself
Slumming with me some night
Wondering what's wrong with me
To feel something so cracked and deep
It's probably got to do with you being so ooo OoO OOO
Jasmine holy sweet perfume
Fills my head when I think of you
Jasmine holy sweet perfume
Fills in ear to ear when I think of you
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Writer(s): Howland Wilson
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