Feel Ya

I got the blues
But not 'cause of you
It's 'cause of this place
It keeps me entombed

We're so in tune
Just know very soon
We gonna
Lay right down on the bed
Well I guess it doesn't really have to be on the bed

We're gonna start real slow
Gentle and sweet, two cheeks to cheek
Then an unexpected turn
Don't even speak, you know I'm a freak

I want you to pretend that you're ten feet tall
I'm a Macrophallic,
Shit, look it up
I want you to pretend that you're a spooky ghost
I'm a Spectrophiliac,
This you should know

I know you're feelin' kind of strange
But listen
We're both into some freaky things
Kein Gewissen

We don't ever beat around the bush babe,
'less that's what you're into
We don't ever reach around the tush babe,
'less that's what you're into

So I want you to pretend that you're living in the woods
(Maybe a spruce or an oak or a maple)
I'm a dendrophiliac,
And you've got the goods
I want you to pretend that you're a tiny bear
I'm an ursusagalmatophiliac,
And that's no joke



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Lane
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