Soft - Live at AB Box, Brussels, Belgium - November 2004

I used to see you every day
I used to see you every day
I danced around your folk and soul
I danced to all your fucking soul

I left you with your nose bleedin'
And your toes creepin' around
Ah, so mundane and incomplete
Hand me down my pants and get me off this street

I'm passed out in your garden
I'm in, I can't get off soft
So I'd pop myself in your body
I'd come into your party but I'm soft

Behind the fringe of a whiskey high
Mutilating cat like eyes
And in your nose blood decadence
Try to drag me into your bohemian dancing

Oh, you paint my fingers and you paint my toes
You let your perfect nipple show

I'm passed out in your garden
I'm in, I can't get off, soft
So I'd pop myself in your body
I'd come into your party but I'm soft
But I'm soft

I'm passed out in your garden
I'm in, I can't get off, I'm so soft
I'd pop myself in your body
I'd come all over your party but I'm soft

I'm passed out in your garden
I'm in, I can't get off, I'm so soft
I'd pop myself in your body
I'd come all over your party but I'm soft



Credits
Writer(s): Angelo T. Petraglia, Ivan Nathan Followill, Anthony Caleb Followill
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