Can I lift my dress up for you?
Can I lift it in the nighttime?
White undersides of my thighs look much better
In the dying light
There's a kid in there
And he's big, and dumb,
And he's kinda scared
Well, he's too old to be there
And he's just looking for a ride.
Well, I'll lift it to the ceiling tiles
Of stadiums and shrines
You see something to cheer about
I'll tell you that it's mine
I'm sorry that your mother died
That one was my fault
I'm sorry anybody dies at all these days
I still find reasons to pout.
Oh
Oh, your thighs
With my eyes.
Sunset Rubdown - Stadiums And Shrines Lyrics
Sunset Rubdown - Stadiums And Shrines Lyrics
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Can I lift my dress up for you?
Can I lift it in the nighttime?
White undersides of my thighs look much better
In the dying light
There's a kid in there
And he's big, and dumb,
And he's kinda scared
Well, he's too old to be there
And he's just looking for a ride.
Well, I'll lift it to the ceiling tiles
Of stadiums and shrines
You see something to cheer about
I'll tell you that it's mine
I'm sorry that your mother died
That one was my fault
I'm sorry anybody dies at all these days
I still find reasons to pout.
Oh
Oh, your thighs
With my eyes.
Can I lift it in the nighttime?
White undersides of my thighs look much better
In the dying light
There's a kid in there
And he's big, and dumb,
And he's kinda scared
Well, he's too old to be there
And he's just looking for a ride.
Well, I'll lift it to the ceiling tiles
Of stadiums and shrines
You see something to cheer about
I'll tell you that it's mine
I'm sorry that your mother died
That one was my fault
I'm sorry anybody dies at all these days
I still find reasons to pout.
Oh
Oh, your thighs
With my eyes.