Texty:
Ben Lee Grandpaw Would

Well, she talks like a bullet And she looks like a goddess Says she's a traveler And she knows where she's going Dresses like a model Talks like a liar

From such a tender age I let you in To mess with my insides I don't regret a thing And I don't care if you're confused Please hold my hand Grip the railing

I can't live without your breath, you are all that I adore I'd say if you were the sun, I'd be the rays But I don't think that's a suitable metaphor me

Well, I saw you on the catwalk Not a corny supermodel song I tried to cheer but the cat had my tongue You came out of the dressing room In a T-shirt

it myself or play along Well, my guitar is love And my guitar's all I need And my guitar's so special 'Cause it plays the songs, not me And I don't know what would

Things seemed so nice for the first few weeks Didn't care she didn't notice me Then I asked her does she wanna hang out Get something to eat She said

I'll buy a pair of jeans A stylish means A groovy masterpiece I'll cover them with paper men And books on Zen Records shot with darts Talk your way out

I'm out on a limb, I'm trying to climb I'm feeling unsure Every little thing if you give it time Is destined to change you Why can't I take back my past

Copping the sound, the sound cops me I've got nothing to lose, my hair's in the breeze I don't hate you, just your jealousy So if you're ready to procrastinate