Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gee Whiz, artist - Buck 65. Album song 20 ODD YEARS, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |