You draw a penis on my box
I put one in yours
Give me head by the pint
My heart would fill a pint
In case you didn't know,
I'm crazy about you
It would be a lie if I said I couldn't live without you
I don't know you,
But I'd kick the front door down to do so
See what your house is made of
Wet hands and dreams of images of you sitting on the bathroom sink
Do you have pink nail polish on your toes?
Do a little dance
It fills the tip jar
Can you touch me in ways I didn't know I could enjoy?
I'll pay you,
Because you work hard for your money
I don't care about your kids
I don't care about your menstrual pain
I just want to see your morning face
You could be Tennessee whiskey
You could be Strawberry Wine
You could be a glass of Brandy
I'll never know
You could be a hangover
Only time will tell if I'm looking for love in the wrong place
But my love would fill a pint glass
Drink it down
Call it a lunch box
I pay my tab and walk away
Letting the uptown funk give it to me
Clap your hands and I go out like a light
Unless you light my cigarette
You'll get six more minutes of me
Give me that look
The look of a predator posing as a house pet
I put money in the tip jar
I put money in the jukebox
I just want to see your morning face
And pay an ode to the barmaid
Without you my life wouldn't be the same
Best friend
Therapist
Wet dream
Until The Dreamworld starts calling
I guess I'll see you in The Dreamworld
I'll be the guy not wearing any pants
Maybe I'll see you there
Maybe I'll see your morning face
I know I'll be motor boating you soon
So, for now, my name is Frank
And I good you bid evening...
