Lyrics J Smoov - Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks

J Smoov

I can’t afford to want you
Still I can’t avoid your blame
You creep into my organization
A whistle to the wolves at bay
At this point, darling
I must say
That the seeds unsown
Gonna grow anyway
Rent a room
Get it over with
In a race
To the inside of your face
You’re afraid
Of me
Shuffling for Xanadu
Jewels a magnet
The solitary dragnet
Looking for all I know
Well I see
You’re afraid of me
Doing the jest I do
You speak of arrangements baby
But you haven’t got a clue
For all that I do, I know
End of the seesaw
End of the seesaw
End of the seesaw
End of the seesaw