She sat on the cliff of the bed Tackled me with a plastic comb Pressed her fingers into my head Start at the blonde, search for the bone She tries to tame me, her nails and my knots Bathe with the sandman, dress up for what's not
Let me tangle, let me dry Want it wicked, let me ride
Come into my cave Blue hippo into the black I'm your problem child Your matter of fact
I slyly side-step, sorry Drag my heels across the street Shе tells me I'm unlettеred while I read the backs of her knees Catch me in habits one tight skyward eye Pull hats out of rabbits and salt out of the sky
Let me tangle, let me try Want it wicked, let me rile
Come into my cave Blue hippo into the black I'm your problem child (Problem) Your matter of fact
What a thought was in whale water Was really here runnin' through the pipes To show off her flex-ability She made a fool of my fight I bit her belly, she bellowed like a swan and Cured me like a petal, pressed in her open palm
Let me tangle, let me try Want it wicked, let me rile
Come into my cave Blue hippo into the black I'm your problem child (Problem) Your matter of fact Come into my cave Blue hippo into the black I'm your problem child (Problem) Your matter of fact
Compositores: Maya Ray Thurman Hawke (Maya Hawke), Jesse Harris ECAD: Obra #33523838