Textile Baby

At the final high, conceal your soul
I bet you she can do it through the thousands
You name me
I could feel it now,
I could lay it on still till the day would drown
Betraying me, a horrid sound
I know it's all gone but auras round
And how she knows, her shame now
And how she knows, her shame now

Wave it to your legs now, baby
I got my hands on your head now, baby
I'm waiting for my textile baby
I'm just waiting for my textile baby
Now wave it your legs now, baby
I got my hands on your head now, baby
I'm waiting for my textile baby
I'm just waiting for my textile baby

Oh yes, the days in which we use to walk free
But now we do, cease to do
How we laugh, how we cried, and how we cried

Sudden move, your tulip black
Summer school drooling on a jeweler's back
You're running through a fooler's tracks
You're coming through smoother that you knew you had

And prove it you, got moods to crack
And prove it you, ain't as cruel as that
And prove it you, you can lose the straps
And prove it you can do it and you'll do it fast

Wave it to your legs now, baby
I got my hands on your head now, baby
I'm waiting for my textile baby
I'm just waiting for my textile baby
Now wave it to your legs now, baby
I got my hands on your head now, baby
I'm waiting for my textile baby
I'm just waiting for my textile baby



Credits
Writer(s): Maurice O'connor
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