Red to Rhyme

What to want
Cliché I need
A hand to hold
Fat cheeks to squeeze

No sun in June
No grass to broom
Can't feed you pack
Come scratch my back

Grieving, you'll be here for months
Offer me a bed of one
They say you monks live lonely lives
(She says what they don't need)

Try to sleep on your own time
All these lights from red to rhyme

Grieving, you'll be here for months
Offer me a bed of one
They say you monks live lonely lives (yeah, they say)
(Yeah, they say you monks live lonely lives)

Try to sleep on your own time
All these lights from red to rhyme

Know it is, no, we don't
Oh-oh, you are the one but I can't stand your face
When you fuck around, fuck around
Joke around

Drink my sin from a bottle, could I ever feel a warm bath?
Northern girls could cope but they never wanna hold ya

Drink my sin from a bottle, could I ever feel a warm bath?
Northern girls could cope but they never wanna hold ya

Bought a lot of trees just for me
Feel for the rebels who love themselves
Cheer for the guy who hugs himself

Sing a song for the men who need love
Sing a song for the men who need love

Sing a song for the girls who hold back
Sing a song for the girls who hold back