Tip Toe

Out late once again picking up girlfriends
They tryin to make amends
For tens of offenses from last weekend
Like commencing to climb the fencing of private residence
And just trying to get up top
To be closer to the stars
Against the law but not a crime
Stick together and we'd be feeling fine
Own the night just passing time
Wondering how we made this
Consequence free paradise

So I tip toe when I come home
Talk low and always speaking slow
We were made for layin low
Til the sun rises in the back window
And I know

Up late at your place
Tryin to hide my face
But you're up with the sun rise
Doing it like this almost every time
Contemplating the undertaking
Quickly fading sands of time
And watching it shift from side to side
Our feet were strapped in Birkenstocks
Short shorts and custom tops
Iron on letters makin dialogues
Making measures and taking treasures
Altogether of where we ride tonight
Without a casualty in sight

So I tip toe when I come home
Talk low and always speaking slow
We were made for layin low
Til the sun rises in the back window
And I know

And I know
And I know
And I know
And I know



Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Daniel Bankowski
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