My Girl's Got Miraculous Technique
Oh no, the snow's stopped snowing
Maybe we'll get some bowling and drinking in
And looking at the sky
Pretend that you despise it
Why does your lazy eye rest on his skin
His arm, and his wallet too?
Take a look around you
The spring has sent the sound of rain upon your windowsill
So grab your coat and play a song for me
Don't think that I've forgotten
We've grown up, but I know the reason
I want to curl up in your room
That's why we're on the late shift
I've got my clothes dry-cleaned
To commemorate the day
Take a look around you
The spring has sent the sound of rain upon your windowsill
So grab your coat and play a song for me
And now my legs are weak,
But if I hear my baby speak then I'll start running
She's got miraculous technique
If I could be a song
I would be something that would snake into your room
And be with you the whole night long