Constant
Look into my lovers eyes, a stare
Feeling more but my conscience and her hands, hold me there
Pretend
A woman I do love is here again
What do you believe in?
I just need to hear
For summertime is near
But what am I, to say
For I've killed two cars and broken too many cores for my day
And you are the only constant thing
You smell of roses picked just freshly off a string and
Goodnight
Dream of me
Baby for a night
What about those nights we would swim cotton waves
In the dark, In the back we'd have some Frank
And I said "I Love" and you lost your self control, once again
Crooked grin, Aphex Twin, and I'm right back in
And my house cam sees your car pull in again
And you are the only constant thing
You smell of roses picked just freshly off a string and
Goodnight
Dream of me
Baby for a night
Alone again
One eight, his sons getting old and he's not there to see him when
He lose
But he'll be up there waiting for you
And you are the only constant thing
You smell of roses picked just freshly off a string and
Goodnight
Dream of me
Baby for a night
So I walk the soles off of my kicks
Fled down the stairs and I liked it
And you looked at me like I'd done it again
Yeah
So I move on
And I'm fucking with Loggins on this one
Picking up different numbers
I'm thinking my Comme-Des-Garcons jacket is getting smaller
I'd pick up weights but I lost two fingers in the mower
I don't think she sees what's going on here
Feeling more but my conscience and her hands, hold me there
Pretend
A woman I do love is here again
What do you believe in?
I just need to hear
For summertime is near
But what am I, to say
For I've killed two cars and broken too many cores for my day
And you are the only constant thing
You smell of roses picked just freshly off a string and
Goodnight
Dream of me
Baby for a night
What about those nights we would swim cotton waves
In the dark, In the back we'd have some Frank
And I said "I Love" and you lost your self control, once again
Crooked grin, Aphex Twin, and I'm right back in
And my house cam sees your car pull in again
And you are the only constant thing
You smell of roses picked just freshly off a string and
Goodnight
Dream of me
Baby for a night
Alone again
One eight, his sons getting old and he's not there to see him when
He lose
But he'll be up there waiting for you
And you are the only constant thing
You smell of roses picked just freshly off a string and
Goodnight
Dream of me
Baby for a night
So I walk the soles off of my kicks
Fled down the stairs and I liked it
And you looked at me like I'd done it again
Yeah
So I move on
And I'm fucking with Loggins on this one
Picking up different numbers
I'm thinking my Comme-Des-Garcons jacket is getting smaller
I'd pick up weights but I lost two fingers in the mower
I don't think she sees what's going on here
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Writer(s): Joe Messina
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