Solar Power - Spotify Session
I hate the winter, I can't stand the cold
And I tend to cancel all the plans
And when the heat comes, something takes a hold
Can I kick it, Yeah, I can
My cheeks in high colours, overripe peaches
No shirt, no shoes, only my features
My boy behind me, he's taking pictures
Lead the boys and girls onto the beaches
Come on, come on, I'll tell you my secrets
I'm kinda like a prettier Jesus
An acid green, aquamarine
And the girls are dancing in the sand
Oh, and I throw my cellular device in the water
But can you reach me? No, you can't
Oh, my cheeks in high colours, overripe peaches
No shirt, no shoes, only my features
My boy behind me, he's taking pictures
Lead the boys and girls onto the beaches
Come on, come on, I'll tell you my secrets
I'm kinda like a prettier Jesus
Oh, and come on and let the blues begin, yeah
And blink three times when you feel it kicking in
That solar-olar-olar power (oh, yeah)
That solar-olar-olar power
That solar
My cheeks in high colours, overripe peaches
No shirt, no shoes, only my features
My boy behind me, he's taking pictures (he's taking pictures)
Lead the boys and girls onto the beaches
Come on, come on, I'll tell you my secrets
I'm kinda like a prettier Jesus
Yeah, I'm kinda like a prettier Jesus
I'm kinda like a prettier Jesus
And I tend to cancel all the plans
And when the heat comes, something takes a hold
Can I kick it, Yeah, I can
My cheeks in high colours, overripe peaches
No shirt, no shoes, only my features
My boy behind me, he's taking pictures
Lead the boys and girls onto the beaches
Come on, come on, I'll tell you my secrets
I'm kinda like a prettier Jesus
An acid green, aquamarine
And the girls are dancing in the sand
Oh, and I throw my cellular device in the water
But can you reach me? No, you can't
Oh, my cheeks in high colours, overripe peaches
No shirt, no shoes, only my features
My boy behind me, he's taking pictures
Lead the boys and girls onto the beaches
Come on, come on, I'll tell you my secrets
I'm kinda like a prettier Jesus
Oh, and come on and let the blues begin, yeah
And blink three times when you feel it kicking in
That solar-olar-olar power (oh, yeah)
That solar-olar-olar power
That solar
My cheeks in high colours, overripe peaches
No shirt, no shoes, only my features
My boy behind me, he's taking pictures (he's taking pictures)
Lead the boys and girls onto the beaches
Come on, come on, I'll tell you my secrets
I'm kinda like a prettier Jesus
Yeah, I'm kinda like a prettier Jesus
I'm kinda like a prettier Jesus
Credits
Writer(s): Ella Yelich O Connor, Jack Antonoff
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