Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gee Whiz , by - Buck 65. Song from the album 20 ODD YEARS, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.05.2010
Record label: Buck 65
Song language: English
Gee Whiz |
| Well believe me I’ve tried but there’s no explaining |
| Eyes piled up you look like a painting |
| Saintly and sexy, the soft-spoken wind blows |
| Uncertain curtains cover broken windows |
| In desperate need of a safe haven and inflamed |
| I walk around Paris, unshaven and ashamed |
| 20 odd years since last time I slow danced |
| Teenage crisis and the end of romance |
| I see myself in the form of a wolf |
| Furry down on all fours and worried |
| Uneven colours and the echoes of fly tones |
| Connections I’ve lost in a collection of jawbones |
| Apples and oranges, you decide which |
| I’m writing graffiti on suicide bridge |
| I once knew a woman who was clever and tough |
| Who said too much make up is never enough |
| Her eyelids were heavy with words and desire |
| She lives underwater with the birds and the fire |
| And it just so happens I’m selling my psyche |
| If you like love you’ll love this, most likely |
| You and me are meant to be that’s right I love you |
| Can’t you see, whatever partner you do choose you have the ability to marry |
| 6, 7, 8, I’ll never hurt you you know |
| Husbands love their wives |
| Yeah, love the woman |
| Part of me is here with you |
| One life, where my heart beats for you |
| Well, here we are again |
| Here’s a couple, treacherous |
| I’m impatient in relationships in and love |
| When will you see quand allez-vous me voir |
| Tell me what is it is, Gee Whiz, I don’t think I know |
| Bird girl sorry I’m too sleepy to make |
| But the sounds of my dreams always keep me awake |
| Don’t wanna scare the birds away so I speak soft |
| Memories like the shows of Vanessa Beecroft |
| Her bedroom philosophies are so perplexing |
| But I think these two wooden legs are so sexy |
| Cries of sadness spectacular |
| You be Rossy de Palma and I’ll be your Dracula |
| Fist is of agony decorate the last room |
| Shoes by the door on the floor is your costume |
| Open the trunk with the car key, the odd way |
| Love songs call me the marquee de shad |
| Lord of the files you lost me I wonder how |
| Midnight meet me at the entrance for the underground |
| So many questions but I’m afraid to ask |
| So I whisper them to apollinaire by Picasso |
| I touch all the flowers and break the chain |
| I wish I could fly but I’d rather take the train |
| And it just so happens I’m selling my psyche |
| If you like love you’ll love this |
| You wouldn’t tell me what it was because |
| I don’t think you know |