So basically, you're like the only person who's not impressed by any of this
and i love that
workaholic, i'm a bad one
sitting in front of this computer couldn't move me with a handgun
us musicians are a sad bunch
half the time can't remember if i had lunch
but she knows my heart (my heart)
she knows my heart (my heart)
she knows my-knows my-knows my
i understood when you were mad at me
when i showed up late to the cheesecake factory
i came a, hour late but you fled the scene
spanish waiter said you peaced around 9:15
but she knows my heart (my heart)
she knows my heart (my heart)
she knows my-knows my-knows my
before anybody trunk knocked
i was a skinny little italian with nothing but a jump shot
and if i ever got a hot head
she would call up Judy Bellion in a hot sec
you bet
but she knows my heart (my heart)
she knows my heart (my heart)
she knows my-knows my-knows my
she's like a song, so eclectic
and her eyes are like a string section
and her legs are like an eletric
guitar and i'm hendrix
i'm tempted to shred along her frets kid
get it like, shred along her frets. a guitar reference, cause her legs.
i'm basically explaining this right now because when she listens to this she's not even going to be able to follow what's going on
and i think, like i said before, that's what i like most about her.
what's wrong with me?
she sees past everything
no smoke, no mirrors, to see, me clearer
i think bout wedding rings
let me slow down.
let me slow down
and if she ever left this home
i'd have trouble breathing on my own (on my own)
now i feel like you need to know
you gave wings, gave wings, to my soul