The last time I saw you, I was dreaming.
I wish I was your coronary artery, so that I could be wrapped around your heart.
Is your dad in jail? Cause he stole the stars and put them in your eyes.
Is Your Dad A Preacher? Cause Girl You're A Blessing.
Let's go back to my room and do some math: Add a bed, subtract our clothes, divide your legs, and multiply.
Right now we're just two RNA, but maybe we could transcribe together and become DNA.
You be the battery, I'll be the aluminum foil and together we'll light up the world.
I'll give you kiss. If you don't like it, you can return it.
I've got the ship, you've got the harbor...what say we tie up for the night?
Let's make music on my sheets.