Champ - White Denim

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