—I MISS YOUR FACE LIKE HELL
Tripping
Set us in the cove
bald as fish
bald everywhere
we don’t care
it doesn’t matter
because it matters
feeling a little rich right there
yeah there
your lips liquid air
dripping like that
has me kinda tripping like that
gonna swim like a beaver
not ever gonna leave here
sun ripe on our skin
feeling hot as sin
just look at that grin
the last wave’ll take us under
make us grateful make us younger
take a gulp and hold our breath
let the water do its best
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