SOMETHING TO DO WITH YOU ©Ricki E. Bellos Don’t want to feel the warmth of the sun It feels like the heat from your tongue I don’t want no part of clear skies That color reminds me of your eyes For all the flowers that I grow There’s one for every pretty lie that you told I don’t want anything to do With anything that has to do with you But I can’t find anything that doesn’t have A little bit of something to do with you In every single car passing me All I can see is your roomy back seat The moon and stars that fill the night Remind me of each time that I cried I don’t like walking in the rain I never dreamed you'd end up walking away CHORUS Your whispering to me Is now the breeze that blows And music on the radio The taste of your lips The sweetness of chocolate And I don’t know how to stop it CHORUS x2
