Tekstovi: Gob. Foot In Mouth Disease. Lemon-aid.

I go out ?cause I live in an empty house and it
Rains and it rains and it never stops I?m a case
In this place now mixed up with you I had a
Perfect fit until you called me up then it didn?t
Even rain the sun came up now there?s nothing
I can do but fish around for you, the lemon that
You aid doesn?t have a pulse something that I?ll
Never get if you never tell no I?d never need a
Phone if you lived next door to me and if it feels
Good to me that?s something else you?ve a soft-
Head you think I?m a motormouth but I never
Say a word that I don?t hold dear to me. I wanna
Hear you talk to me every night if anything does
Wrong you can make it right I never get the
Chance just to let you know yeah I wanna make
You feel something every night if anything goes
Wrong I?ll make it right I never get the chance
Just to let you know. I hope that it won?t fuck
Up now that you know.