I am just a lousy bum, searching for the unknown home of crumb, the crumb, nothing of the world to come, come along, illuminate my lungs.
Come on, confusion might have been confusing, but of night and round, I'm here now, ooh, come on.
Meet me at the coffee shop, we can dance like a gigapart, another go with the parking lot of tick-to-cheek on your hot spot.
Back and forth, my body's choking, when the fuel will last, I'm walking one, and one.
Take you on a funny moment, jumpin' on the bed, and holdin' on to the wrong, wrong.
Meet me at the coffee shop, we can dance like a gigapart, another go with the parking lot of tick-to-cheek on your hot spot.
Oh, pick the cheek on your hot spot.
Meet me at the coffee shop, we can dance like a gigapart, another go with the parking lot of tick-to-cheek on your hot spot.
Meet me at the coffee shop, we can dance like a gigapart, another go with the parking lot of tick-to-cheek on your hot spot.
Thank you.
