Drips

... It's the rite of spring that tries Adjust your dreams to months And makes you more of greed Than your wailing sea It's the rite of spring that tries Adjust your dreams to months And makes you more of greed Than your wailing sea But tell me who, who does it like that? To let me in, and talk about this And talk love, and let you down You've been insane to come around Now that I've got that good Baby, and others just would I'm a bit older, the feelings got bolder I'm getting horny tonight Cuz I can be someone in no-one's eyes That's the kind of surprise I'm like And who does it like that? To be the bad and let you down You've been a saint for coming back You need a path, I'll help you out You tell me, who does it like that? To keep you anyhow Tell me who's disgusting and true Keeps you anyhow God loves me, I'll have to live surely If one thing defines, then it's this right now O, Shudder! I've been so deserving and kind You could be with someone who's got better pride Could it be me? Oh, yeah! Look at me! Give me the drips, I will see, I will see But tell me who does it like that? To be the bad and let you down You've been a saint for coming back You need a path, I'll help you out You tell me, who does it like that? To keep you anyhow Tell me who's disgusting and true Keeps you anyhow