Story Behind the Song
This was recorded with Cakewalk Music Creator, a Fender Acoustisonic amp, and an old Epiphone. I put some flange on the vocal track, too.
Lyrics
Close your eyes, and let me kiss you goodnight
Come on baby, there ain't no reason to fight
you're always wrong but you always find a way to be right
Close your eyes, and let me enter your brain,
once I come inside, it won't be the same
and you gotta let me in, 'cause it's cold out in the rain
Can I get a little witness for how much I gave up,
those neon nights and that thing with the cup
it only takes five cigarettes a week to keep me sane
You know baby it doesn't matter to me, whether you're in California or Germany, I still got your blood pumping through my veins
Well pardon me, I was in the stall, when I saw your number on the bathroom wall
I'm a lonely guy, need someone to help me when I fall
Well I could make you feel like a girl, bring you flowers and vanilla swirls, all I
ask in return is for you to help me stand tall
Can I get a little motion from the house of feminine
you girls are so sweet, talking to you seems like a sin
I really don't think I can handle it at all
You know ladies it doesn't matter to me
whether you believe in Buddha or Mohommad Ali
I still gotta gotta gotta gotta love you one and all
Well you might think it's pathetic
the way I need these poor prosthetics
Well I'd gladly spit in the Devil's eye
if it weren't for these canteloupes making me cry
you know ladies it doesn't matter to me
whether you're from Alberta or Tuscany
I still gotta gotta gotta gotta love you one and all
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