L.A. 2000

L.A. two thousand and something Promise myself a ticket for a plane I tie myself to the subject Option for her is an ocean for me Be cool, it’s hard to be cool Everyone I love is backing me My my, believe the sublime Gold in the gritty We make out in the daisies You kiss me like I’m yours They love their disposition They’ve loved a thousand whores Coracão, proud of the symbol Jagged and gentle and bad for the brain You’ve got two hands to the temples Bound to feel fickle if that’s how you play She says she want it But she don’t really want it She just wanna make you feel like a man For f*ck’s sake I will resent you ‘caus I’m made to I’m meant to If you wanna make people like you then just go away We make out in the daisies You kiss me like I’m yours They love their disposition They’ve loved a thousand whores Found this letter Just there on your dresser You are too big to fail I have to hold you still We make out in the daisies You kiss me like I’m yours They love their disposition They’ve loved a thousand whores I have to hold you still