Letra de Dry Off Your Cheeks

[Coro]
My old heart, it's been thirteen hours
Too much of you my friend, my dear and now I cower
Looking at you, looking at you
Oh shit, well, I'll cook myself a brew

[Verso 1]
Love it, oh, sometimes at least I fall, shit
Put it up too much to call home sometimes
Well, I dance to the two step, look at you swing
Not sure what I mean, don't know what I sing
I just dance on the harpsichord string
Move it down when you're coming up
Lose it down when you're tiptoe dancing
Enhancing all the pressure prancing
All around this place every night and day
When we were in the rat race
Shouting back to the oldest people
Chat at the tenor in the cold top steeples
Like no screaming
My dear, they will dry off your cheeks
And never been down to the factor
Too much of that can bring you right back to tragedy
More, oh me, losing myself in this race
You see me, see me
See me, see me, seeing me
See me, see me
What's in my liberty?
In a hectic test, no one protesting
When you imp so damn scared
Live for the life and the love I need
And lead in the life 'cause I never play fair

[Coro]
My old heart, it's been thirteen hours
Too much of you my friend, my dear and now I cower
Looking at you, looking at you
Oh shit, well, I'll cook myself a brew

[Verso 2]
I got my own way home, I got my own keys
So, why you looking at me like you my lady?
I got my own kinds of groovy
Smoking too much and drinking
You bring yourself down in pain
Biddy-bye, biddy-biddy-bye, biddy-bye, buh-bye
To the love and the living and the live cut free
She's all on the floor while I drink whisky
And I look to the corner, think about me
All about me, oh, never go self
'Cause you walk with a pelvis, white boy Elvis
Dance around this floor much quicker than you
Look at this, look at boys dancing
Think they're impressing but they ain't do shit
I'm on groove from the grooving losing
As I use you as I go moving, crying the tears
Not for myself, not for you, honey, have no fear
And now I break to the floor when the old piano goes crashing
Sometimes I'm not sure what I'm gonna do
But I ain't here for more
I take my last match, desperate passion, a few up facts

[Coro]
My old heart, it's been thirteen hours
Too much of you my friend, my dear and now I cower
Looking at you, looking at you
Oh shit, well, I'll cook myself a brew
My old heart, it's been thirteen hours
Too much of you my friend, my dear and now I cower
Looking at you, looking at you
Oh shit, well, I'll cook myself a brew
My old heart, it's been thirteen hours
Too much of you my friend, my dear and now I cower
Looking at you, looking at you
Oh shit, well, I'll cook myself a brew

[Conclusi�n]
Love it, oh, sometimes at least I fall, shit
Put it up, I was to call home sometime