Texty: Chris Porro. Lampreys And Gigolos. Sunday's Little Flower.

I could be the one that you let whisper in your ear
I could be your trusted bread for butter
Maybe if this evening lasts we'll swim into the sun
Or maybe not once more the same along

Keep in mind there's always someone else
Wanna hedge your bets? Curl up and stay home.

And you know I've run out nothing else
I can run out life half perfect alone.

We could be boys We could be boys
In the summertime
Titus runs, mudpuppy wishing

We could be girls We could be girls
In the summertime
Rising smiles, flown together

Oh Jesus Christ that's nice! like Sunday's little flower.
Sunday's little flower

Keep in mind there's always something else
Better make time now or you'll get sold
Don't expect to get gods blessing
He's a rambling man who only looks out for himself

I could be the one that you let whisper in your ear
I could be your trusted bread for butter
Maybe if this evening lasts we'll swim into the sun
Or maybe not once more the same along