Yellow

Gimme that run around
I'ma sleep on the couch
Baby girl hold my breath
We'll need both hands to pull us out
This pit of despair
I wore my cute underwear
You won't see em though
It's a good practice to be prepared
Sadness is a bee on my sleeve
Don't swat at it please play nicely
Or I'ma die defending myself
Let em can pluck gray hairs out of someone else

Oh no you didn't
Hate to admit it
But you make me like me
Sometimes

You gimme fever
But don't let me feel sick
That never happens
Say three more words I'm almost convinced
Everything is yellow flowers
Vinyl records
Ever hour
You don't have to scale the tower
Just pull my hair
Save me baby
I'm trouble

Oh no you didn't
Hate to admit it
But you make me like me
Sometimes

Who are we kidding
Have to admit it
You make me smiley
Sometimes

It feels stupid when I laugh
With no option of holding back
Something feels natural at last
I've have to admit
Ah, ah, ah
Have to admit it
Ah, ah, ah, oh
Have to admit it
Oh, oh, oh
Have to admit
Oh, oh, oh
You make me smiley sometimes

Give me that run around
Like I'ma sleep on the couch
Baby girl hold my breath
We'll need both hands to pull us out



Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Randazzo
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