Mess around a little
Mess around a little
Like a stone fruit, bite 'til I feel you
Nadine, Nadine
Our names sound so close
Holding on to your body while the water goes
Ah-ah
I care to stick to you like a clot
Wanna hear your history until you don't wanna talk
That's love, baby
That's love, I think I know
No drugs, not drunk
Just biting down through the center and through clothes
Ah-ah
Mess around, a little wet
Hide your cast
Play with a shadow, sing into a paper bag
Nadine, Nadine
Sometimes things come up
If you get distant we can sift through tall grass
And through mud
I care to stick to you like a clot
Wanna hear your history until you don't wanna talk
That's love, baby
That's love, I think I know
No drugs, not drunk
Just biting down through the center and through clothes
Uh-huh
You walked by a church and you said it tripped you out (Oh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
By a cobble road where stolen art burned down (Ooh)
You feel ugly when you think you see their thoughts
I feel ugly when they ask if I'd drop bombs
No, no
No, no
I care to stick to you like a clot
Wanna hear your history until you don't wanna talk
That's love, baby
That's love, I think I know
No tons, no guns
Just biting down through the center and through clothes
Ah-ah
Ah-ah
Ah-ah
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