Dirty Projectors Holy Mackerel
One, two, three
Ears all stood up straight, like I'm feral
Hunger in my face, I'm a werewolf
It's not terrible to sway in your arms at end of day
Saded, persuaded, domesticated way
Skulking all alone, it was blindness
'Till you showed me home and kindness
And behind us close the gate, verified, cosigned by fate
Sway in the foyer, braided, embroidered into each other's days
Holy mackerel
Holy mackerel
Holy mackerel
Holy mackerel, oh
If I talk this way, interrupt me
I'd go on for days, I get funny
Oh, but honey, if I do
Promise me and I'll promise you
Love me as wild, (?)
In this moment too
Holy pickerel
Holy pickerel
Holy mackerel
Holy pickerel, oh
Holy mackerel
Holy mackerel
Holy pickerel
Holy mackerel, oh
