Tribeca 3:45
Yeah, I cry a bucket of tears and I pour it over myself
I’m so sweet.
They say I’m sick but I know I’m not, I’m just hit by the
thing called love
3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 3:45 it’s
3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 3:45, 3:45 when she calls
I try to taste her with eyes wide shut but the feeling
grows through the skin.
She’s coming in, she’s the one good thing, she’s Serpico
she’s the thing
3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 3:45 it’s
3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 3:45, 3:45 when she calls
when she says ‘I love you’,
when I lose all of my control and burst out in tears
right there on the phone
I cry a bucket of tears and I pour it over myself I’m so
sweet.
They say I’m sick but I know I’m not, I’m just hit by…
