this is what a love song sounds like
I think I said it once another time
tell me what you want
tell me what you want
I can make it happen
I can do it alright
I think I'm bad
baby
I think I'm rumor-has-it
heard-through-a-grapevine
I think I'm anvil fallin
tunnel painted on a wall and
when concussed I get a bump and a black eye
I can convince us both everything is alright
I can convince us both everything is just all fine