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I got so fucking romantic
I apologize
Lemme light your cigarette
Come visit Kansas for a week of debauchery
Songs and high fives and weird sex
Cute thing
Don't be a rude thing
Hot thing
It was nothing
God
Give me Frank Ocean's voice
And James Brown's stage presence
I will be your rock, God, when you're rolling the dice
I got so fucking romantic
I apologize
Lemme smoke your weed, no wait
Healthy minds make sexy bodies
Let us touch so much of ourselves together
Cute thing (cute thing) (cute thing)
Don't be a rude thing (don't be a rude thing) (don't be a rude thing)
Hot thing (hot thing) (hot thing)
It was nothing (it was nothing) (it was nothing)
Dog (ooh ooh)
Give me one little chance (ooh ooh)
I can make you a man (ooh ooh)
I will be your rock, dog, (rock dog) when you're rolling your eyes
(Ooooh ooooh ooooh)
(Ooooh ooooh ooooh)
(Ooooh ooooh ooooh)
[Guitar breakdown]
(Do do do, do do do, do do)
(Do do do, do do do, do do)
(Do do do, do do do, do do)
(Do do do, do do do, do do)
He died in an explosion
Of mixed media and poorly written reviews
And some stammering drunk who tried to tell him how good his shit was
"That's- that's, ah- that's- that's some good- good shit, man"
I accidentally spoke his first name aloud
Trying to make it fit in the lyrics of "Ana Ng"
Worked like a charm
We're getting old
When will we walk in each other's majestic presence?
Listen, hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if I was John Linnell
Or trying to be John Linnell
I am love
I am love
I would sleep naked
Next to you naked
I am love
I am love
I would sleep naked
Next to you naked
I am love
I am love
Like some excommunicated priest
Casting demons
Asked one what its name was
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