Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Think Dirty out Loud, artist - A Lot Like Birds. Album song Conversation Piece, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 04.11.2013
Record label: Equal Vision
Song language: English
Think Dirty out Loud |
To the fish in the sea, put your mouths on my hook |
If I’m soft, will you give me the medusa look? |
Well, your dress lit the floor on fire when it touched |
So my little black book, how it shook, how it shook |
How it shook shook shook shook SHOOK! |
I heard that sometimes you like to suffocate |
Cry out to me oh won’t you please |
Speak to me oh |
(GREAT DANE WHILE I RIDE THE MAIN VEIN) |
When I write about you honey, oh the ink just runs off the page |
Wow, what subject matter but by no means be |
(FLATTERED BY THERE’S BRUISES ON YOUR LEGS) |
What a clever trick! |
Drop in with a bowl of cherries telling me I have to pick |
But how could you not see the locks on the door? |
There’s no turning back |
You’ll get all that you wanted and more! |
So pick up the rope and wear it |
If your friends want the noose, will you share it? |
Ooh, baby you just don’t do me right! |
Maybe we can try one more time |
Put your spine right on the dotted line |
Ring around the right posy, woesy and whimsy wire line |
That’s just about the right time to make you mine, all mine |
Time and energy all for nothing |
I should’ve listened to my intuition |
Now I’m stuck under the floorboards |
But they’re splitting as you’re stripping down to |
Vines and melody, they surround you |
Sometimes I wonder if your trap really worked |
Are you the remedy? |
Sensual medicine? |
If so, prep the patient for a long shot |
Lay down where you please, on your back |
La la la la la la la la |
I am the dog drooling tar on the nape of your neck |
I eat emotional wrecks and yours is the best |
You know I tried, you know I tried |
I’ve got a pocketful of dark black pickup lines |
That I want to spill down the well of your throat like a pile |
Of ants in an alien line to see what they do |
To see what they find. |
Will you just let them decline? |
I spiked both our drinks with a gallon of ink |
Now I’m writing a novel from your insides |
We’re a spider with our limbs doing anything but walking |
A conversation with our mouths doing anything but talking |
Hey, take off the rope! |
You’ve worn it and after all, it was boring |
I think I’m falling asleep |