The blue girls that bake in the sun
Skin falls in
Would you like to hear / about the things I
Hey
You're treading on my life
You're leaving marks, but that's alright
In
I hate to complain, you know, but then again /
Sure you had something to hide
I took your bag and
I thought so long and suddenly I realised / I
Come up to my lighthouse for I have something I
When I was with this girl last night / she