Heatwave

She moves the street way

A hitched up skirt, a symptom of the heatwave

She lets go, low grade

We can stay closed 'til 4am the next day

If it's for five years

I get a fantasy breeding babies in my nightmares

My nightmares

If she goes the street way

I get a peepshow free and a pressure drop to get laid

If you're asking, well

I've just started on my breakdown

If you need to know

I've just started on my breakdown

She moves the street way

A pretty sweet blonde, an illusion of the heatwave

I see her legs and shoulders

And picture myself as a missionary soldier

She kicks my mouth shut

Make me go down, take a pleasure pill, just throw up

Goin' down, down, down

She moves the street way

Anything goes to release me from the heatwave

Release me from the heatwave

If you're asking, well

I've just started on my breakdown

If you need to know

I've just started on my breakdown

Release me from the heatwave

From the heatwave

A pretty sweet blonde, an illusion of the heatwave