Lyrics
How are how are you,
shake a hand or two,
wrestle with the love,
till its black and blue,
love her for some time,
she wants to be played out,
seein how your drunk and,
you dont even know my real name,
but,
you are you are you,
so ill save my two,
spend my cents on senses thatll make a lot more sense,
cause the lovers like a holiday,
simply another day to fade,
sure to see the same face,
but on a different day,
its five after 12
huggin on thr3,
beautiful day to mow the yard,
and plant a seed,
send somebody a postcard,
with a return address,
just to have somethin in my life,
to look foward to,
and we can all make pretty faces,
if we work on that grin,
set a side a little minute,
dont forget to pull the pin,
whats the use in holdin explosives,
if neither wrists are pumpin pulses,
yo fuck the woman thats only there to turn faces,
watch my masterpieces,
slowely stand up and retract its fine features,
oh my lovely places,
where i can sit on the stool and undress my favorite waitress,
how are you today miss,
yes,
i think your gorgeous,
but i think that you know that,
so im not interested,
i could be your door mat,
you could be my trophey,
travel through the city,
we could practice to look happy,
and say.....
How are how are you,
shake a hand or two,
wrestle with the love,
till its black and blue,
love her for some time,
she wants to be played out,
seein how your drunk and,
you dont even know my real name,
but,
you are you are you,
so ill save my two,
spend my cents on senses thatll make a lot more sense,
cause the lovers like a holiday,
simply another day to fade,
sure to see the same face,
but on a different day,
In the summer time,
the women kiss a little slower,
takein in the rays that are burning much lower,
i remember how the sun,
use to bring out her freckles,
we could sleep in late,
cause the nights were warm as well,
and as many times i fell,
i couldnt stop comin,
follow her around,
till i start lookin stupid,
hey mr. bob anonymous is comin over at 6,
were cookin out tonight,
yes tonight will be missed
they all say that were eleitist,
yo i say im just picky,
i think that thats a good link,
too many people impressed by small things,
we could make a reason,
we could make it sink in,
have both of us believin that it might work,
and we can work dreams,
and we can work puzzles,
so lets work on makein them believe that were a couple....
How are how are you,
shake a hand or two,
wrestle with the love,
till its black and blue,
love her for some time,
she wants to be played out,
seein how your drunk and,
you dont even know my real name,
but,
you are you are you,
so ill save my two,
spend my cents on senses thatll make a lot more sense,
cause the lovers like a holiday,
simply another day to fade,
sure to see the same face,
but on a different day,
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