Blow Pardon Me
Pardon me, but wasn’t that your heart?
That I felt on the bed in the bed
In between the sheets?
I might have been confused
By all the sweat
There was a lot of sweat
And I might be mistaken, but
Pardon me, but wasn’t that your heart?
That I felt on the bed in the bed
In between the sheets?
I might have been confused
By all the sweat
There was a lot of sweat
And I might be mistaken, but
I’ve felt a heart before
And I’m learning what a heart is for
I believe a heart is made to feel the things that lay
in front of it
I’ve felt a heart before
And I’m learning what a heart is for
I believe a heart is made to feel the things that lay
in front of it
And I lay before you
Pardon me, but wasn’t that your heart?
That I felt on the bed in the bed
In between the sheets
I might have been confused
By all the sweat
There was a lot of sweat
And I might be mistaken, but
I’ve seen your heart before
I caught it peeping through my open door
And it seemed it wan’ to stay and stick around for just
a litttle bit
I’ve seen a heart before
I could swear that yours was wanting more
So I waited for you
Tell me how would it feel with an open heart?
To cruise around and play the fielder with a gropin’
heart?
Break it down to the beats of your broken heart?
Or whip it out, let them see you with your open heart?
How would it feel with a broken heart?
To cruise around with your gropin’ heart?
Break it down to the beats of your broken heart?
Or whip it out and let ‘em see you with an open heart?
How would it feel with a open heart?
To cruise around with a gropin’ heart?
Break it down to the beats of your broken heart?
Or whip it out and let them see you with your open
heart?
How would it feel with a open heart?
To cruise around with a gropin’ heart?
Break it down to the beats of your broken heart?
Or whip it out and let them see you with your open
heart?
