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Shirt

Jawbreaker
(album: Etc.)

You´re at my house you´re in my clothes
No one knows, knows.
You´re in my head like a dumb song
It just goes, goes.
You´re on my lips and on my face
And it shows, shows.
I should be happy and I am
I want you close to me.

You´re like a simile, like totally.
You´re like a deep sleep to an insomniac.
You´re like the ocean floor, vast and cool.
You´re like a swimming pool, but not as blue.
And I fell in, so take my hand, and swim around.
Kiss me hard, until I drown.

I wanna be your shirt,
So I can hug you while you work.
I wanna be your wife,
So you can beat me every night.

You´re like a toothpick to teeth, mintiful.
You´re like a metaphor for something else.
You´re like a teen flick soundtrack.
You´re sharper than a ginsu thumbtack, you cut my can.
So say you´re mine, I´ll give you back.
Take these hands, they´ll squeeze back.

I wanna be your shirt,
So I can hug you while you work.
I wanna be your wife,
So you can beat me every night.

I wanna be your girl,
So you can hold me like your girl.
I wanna be your shrink,
So I´ll get paid to watch you think.