Pumarosa Adam's Song
Terrify me, put me on edge
Breaking open all this pretense
Thank God 'cause he was born to fall
Thank God you opened the door
Standing under a streetlight
Cigarette in hand and talking with that accent
From a foreign land, it hardened the edges of
Every word
Turning tricks in the art world
Ooh, babe, you look so good
Like you just grew there
Growing up made of wood
And your face is a firework
Your voice is a volcano
F..cking the earth
F..cking these trembling walls
All arms, all legs
All arms, all legs
All arms, all legs
I'm gonna need some pretty high heels if I'm gonna stand by you
And it feels too much
To stand by, not to touch
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
What I gotta do to light you up and why do I respond?
The caricature of confidence, oh, baby, bring me on
And I like everything about your face
All arms, all legs, it's no disgrace
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh