Smooth Syrup

Smooth syrup, melts me down there's nothing left to hold A big rush of warmth that floods right to the brim I sit back and just watch it bubble over I don't know how I can lean on your cold shoulder I thought that growing old meant growing colder Eventually I'll pour over, moreover you Shrugged shoulders, cards are played; the deck is dealt to you Sweet specialty, that I savor everyday; how about this heat? I sit back and just watch it bubble over I don't know how I can lean on your cold shoulder I thought that growing old meant growing colder Eventually I'll pour over, moreover you Kiss my teeth, hear my sighs get deeper I don't need it but I'd sure love to take it Melt me down layer by layer Layer by layer over you Warmth laid on thick, it pulses blood throughout our veins My shoulders tense but not for long, I feel no pain