Choosy Songtext
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Choosy Songtext
Patience
Some doozy
Was I supposed to move things along?
Surveillance
Not so much
I saw her at Hank′s, I was too withdrawn
When the food I bought don't wanna stay down
And my eyes have settled in on the ground
Middle night, sat lonely as hell
′Till her words are lighting up my cell
Oh, she said
If I like what you're like
Would you call?
Would you touch?
Would you say something different at a different time?
Oh, she drowns me in thoughts
Has she lost her mind?
There must be something damn lucky tonight
'Cos she′s so choosy
(With her words, but tonight)
Well, there ain′t nothing to hide
Changes
Same doghouse
I swear by now, I should've figured this out
Complacent
Getting lazy
I start to think a lot about the things I forgot
When the truth hits but you don′t wanna face it
And there's no use in wondering why
Winter time, praying out in the cold
′Till her hands give me something to hold
And she says
If I like what you're like
Would you call?
Would you touch?
Would you say something different at a different time?
Oh, she drowns me in thoughts
Has she lost her mind?
There must be something damn lucky tonight
′Cos she's so choosy
(With her words, but tonight)
Well, there ain't nothing to hide
Some doozy
Was I supposed to move things along?
Surveillance
Not so much
I saw her at Hank′s, I was too withdrawn
When the food I bought don't wanna stay down
And my eyes have settled in on the ground
Middle night, sat lonely as hell
′Till her words are lighting up my cell
Oh, she said
If I like what you're like
Would you call?
Would you touch?
Would you say something different at a different time?
Oh, she drowns me in thoughts
Has she lost her mind?
There must be something damn lucky tonight
'Cos she′s so choosy
(With her words, but tonight)
Well, there ain′t nothing to hide
Changes
Same doghouse
I swear by now, I should've figured this out
Complacent
Getting lazy
I start to think a lot about the things I forgot
When the truth hits but you don′t wanna face it
And there's no use in wondering why
Winter time, praying out in the cold
′Till her hands give me something to hold
And she says
If I like what you're like
Would you call?
Would you touch?
Would you say something different at a different time?
Oh, she drowns me in thoughts
Has she lost her mind?
There must be something damn lucky tonight
′Cos she's so choosy
(With her words, but tonight)
Well, there ain't nothing to hide
Writer(s): Beaux South, Edward George, Harry Mercer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
