I used to see you every day. I used to see you every day. I danced around your folk and soul I danced to all your fucking soul. I left you with your nose a bleedin' and your toes a creepin' around. Ahhh so mundane and incomplete hand me down my pants and get me off this street.
I'm passed out in your garden, I'm in I can't get off, so soft. I'd pop myself in your body. I'd come into your party, but I'm soft.
Behind the fringe of a whiskey high, mutiliating cat like eyes. And in your nose blood decadence, you try to drag me into your bohemian dancing. Oh, you paint my fingers and you paint my toes you let your perfect nipple show.
I'm passed out in your garden, I'm in I can't get off, so soft. I'd pop myself in your body. I'd come into your party, but I'm soft.
But, I'm Soft.
Compositores: Angelo Thomas Petraglia (Angelo T Petraglia) (BMI), Anthony Caleb Followill (SESAC), Ivan N Followill (Nathan Followill) (SESAC)Editores: Pacific Wind Music (SESAC), Sixteen O Nine Songs (ASCAP), 810 Publishing Inc (ASCAP)Publicado em 2011 (28/Jan) e lançado em 2005 (22/Fev)ECAD verificado obra #17505608 e fonograma #1858806 em 06/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM