The present is so unsatisfying
I wish I was materialistic
Excited for the future unfolding
Thank god I'm not realistic
Heels over head in the bedroom
You smell so good, don't need perfume
I'm a tulip, you're the spring bloom
I'd be a fool not to love you
Headed down, I see green lights
Block after block, nearly sunrise
Rolling my way through stop signs
Pinned down by jealous minds
Heels over head in the bedroom
You smell so good, don't need perfume
I'm a tulip, you're the spring bloom
I'd be a fool not to love you
Yeah, don't ever change
Stay the same, stay the same
That's the last thing I said
To you

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