Just come here, I guess
Blanket wrapped around my neck
Cash-filled shoes hold me down
I would rather be in the ground
Fine, let's go, I'm tired of trying to show you (corduroy)
I'm psycho about you, not trying to show you
La, La, La (La, La, La, La)
La, La, La (La, La, La, La)
Fresh carpet tell secrets, but not that I want you
Saw science, your garden, in your house, you love it (I love you)
