It's the way you pick your clothes off the floor
It's the way you scratch your skin when you yawn
It's the t-shirts that you choose
Like you're in the Air Force
Yeah the language that you use reacts like chemicals
Don't connect with my intellect
It's connected to the hip sounds
And it moves with the underground
It's the way you close the doors of my car
It's the stupid things you bought with my credit card
It's the way you don't read Camus or Brett Easton Ellis
Yeah the TCP you use, it stings when we kiss
Don't connect with my intellect
It's connected to the hip sounds
And it moves with the underground
It's connected to the hip sounds
And it moves with the underground