You accept my bullshit
I accept your smoking
I accept your smoking gun
You accept that i talk too much
I accept that you talk too little
But it's fine
I like a good riddle
I want you like a whiskey drink
You accept that i get real down
Old relationship make me wound up
Oh it makes me wound up
You accept that i'll fuck up dinner
But i know you'll eat it anyway
I know you'll eat it anyway
I want you like a whiskey drink