Lyrics Hawaiian Baby - Buffalo Tom

Hawaiian Baby

This is a picture of Hawaii that you brought me
Santa Claus with a baby that you brought me
Standing by the back screen door watching you wash dishes
Writing love letters to other just for kicks
Moving down on Taylor
Dinner with your father
Looking for a mailbox
Someone’s rolling in the mud
Someone does it just because it’s cool on their skin
This is a picture of a cowboy that he drew me
Letters scrawled across the bottom spell «I love you»
This is a taste of your right ear lobe can’t you hear me
This is a taste of your left elbow don’t you feel it
It’s my heart and it doesn’t fit yours
Graham’s down at the bar teaching hardships
Verlaines, verlaines, verlaines…
Trucker speed and the harm of having loose lips
Six days, Six days…
Sex and cigarettes and slow sad says he
Verlaines, verlaines, verlaines…
Santa Claus with a baby that you brought me
It’s my heart and it doesn’t fit yours
Moving down on Taylor
Dinner with your father
Searching for a mailbox
Someone’s slinging up the mud
Someone does it just because it’s not on their skin