Hey b-
Meet me South East
On the downbeat
With your khaki string vest intact
Though you're handsome
There's a red sun
And I can't help wonder what's next
Then you ask me
"What do you want from all our weekends in whiskey sour?"
Told you I don't vouch for love g
It takes too much of my power
Oh, can't stay too long
I might stain someone
Round and round I go
Got to set the tone
In the hands of none
That's where I belong
Spending nights in
Lonely castles
Where I learnt to sing my cries
Sweetest sixteen
Thrown to test me
I could not sit still if I tried
Learning to run before I could walk, out
Learning to cuss before I could talk it out
Nah, nah, nah
Oh, can't stay too long
I might stain someone
Round and round I go
Got to set the tone
In the hands of none
That's where I belong
No hands, (No, no hands)
Nobody cradles me like I can
No, like I can
No hands, (No, no hands)
Nobody cradles me like I can
No, like I can
Oh, can't stay too long
I might stain someone
Round and round I go
Got to set the tone
In the hands of none
That's where I belong
That's where I belong
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