Clean Of You

I love it just love it

Oh.. what a pretty picture now lets...

Jump off the corners and

Swap out the colors

Keep 'em comin' keep 'em comin'

Keep 'em shorter my brethren

Shimmy out another one

Thought about your lover

I'm tryin' to beat the process it's nonsense

You've got to be the farthest thing from artists

No

You're a head on a suit

I'm the living proof that you don't have to lie to keep 'em from the truth

I think that boy's got a sweet tooth

So I'll put sugar in his gas tank

Ohh, ohh

Then I'll wash my hands clean of you

I said I heard you've got a sweet tooth

I've got some sugar for your gas tank

Ohh, ohh

But I'll wash my hands clean of you.

Clean of you.....

Who doesn't love the feeling of being a stranger

Breathing amongst all the people that you should call

When in need of healing

I will continue to speak

To honor the sheep

To wreak of an easing a song of kids

Cause they haven't used open meaning

They fed us the works... ahh

And then they changed all my words

Cause I wouldn't say that to you..

Cause I don't have to lie

to keep you from the truth

I think that boy's got a sweet tooth

So I'll put sugar in his gas tank

Then I'll wash my hands clean of you

Clean of you

I said I heard you've got a sweet tooth

Got some sugar for your gas tank

But I'll wash my hands clean of you

Clean of you