Glass Deers

Braids


I found my place in the wishing well
I found my place not feeling well
Now I'm at such great heights here
Now look at me, my deers

Oh, I'm fucked up
Oh, I'm fucked up
Oh, I'm fucked up
Oh, I'm fucked up

I found my place in the wishing well
I found my place not feeling well
Now I'm at such great heights here
Now look at me, my deers

Oh, I'm fucked up
Oh, I'm fucked up
Oh, I'm fucked up
Oh, I'm fucked up

He, doesn't make any sound
He, doesn't make any sound
He just slaps my thighs
He just slaps my thighs
He just slaps my thighs

And his back bone
Is grabbing my hand
'Cause God knows
God knows what I do best
And his back bone
Is sipping up sand
'Cause I know
I know what makes a man

So I
Should you

He doesn't make any sound
He doesn't make any sound
He just slaps my thighs
He just slaps my thighs
He just slaps my thighs
He just slaps my
He just slaps my thighs


Autor(es): Braids