Lyrics Champ - White Denim

Champ

She lives like her, that’s just fine
She used to fly a kite but now she don’t like heights
A little cat sleeping entertained by mites
All is coming, all is coming
Whether your bed, my bed, I’m not sleeping
When I talk in the dark with the spider in the inkwell
All my neighbors either…(?)
All embalming, life’s solution
I hide in the park with rivers and gloves and
They won’t go home til' he gets done
He’s pestering plants, he’s blocking out the sun
He casts a shadow, he feels accomplished
Got no chance to fix me so I’m rickety and loud
And I’ve seen this evil clearly without looking through a cloud
And I hope we get along
And I hope you like this song
I made it just for you
I clean it up with the things that I think of
I’m holding your laundry, I’m tying up the sink
Your loose lip, tiger lip, funny lip, nail clip
(?), hot one, look at what the drink’s done
To my value, I find my value
Hard nine, alkaline, tell me that you’re just fine
(?) You could be a friend of mine
(?) Said, «Doc is it malignant?»
Fought for, hard for, tell me who you shop for
Your opinion, I’ll jump in it
Got no chance to fix me so I’m rickety and loud
I’ve seen this evil clearly without looking through a cloud
And I hope we get along
And I hope you like this song
I made it just for you