Chapped Lips (feat. Samuel T. Herring)

It’s like you came in from a dream I had last night

I saw you coming, from a far

Thought you reminded me of someone

But we've never met before

Only once, only yesterday

Here I am 2 am from 7/II

Trying hard not be seen

Dying to see you round the corner

Coming down the street again

From the place where your mother lived

Here we are, seventeen you’re the best thing that I’ve seen

We will soon be eighteen

Can’t foresee but nobody will come closer actually

Close to me violently

And you fool, my love, for the record

I got chapped lips, I got chapped lips

I got chapped lips from kissing you

And you fool, my love, for the record

I got chapped lips, I got chapped lips

I got chapped lips from kissing you

I got chapped lips from kissing you

I saw you come in from the wild

In the morning

You shook your clothes and took a bath

Now that you’re old, won’t sleep at nighttime

So you sleep in afternoons

Come lay down and be close to me

Underneath the pepper-tree in your garden you and me

You and me, bourgeoisie

Ohhh and you fool, my love

And you fool, my love, for the record

I got chapped lips, I got chapped lips from kissing you

And you fool, my love, for the record

I got chapped lips, I got chapped lips from kissing you

And you fool, my love, for the record (... my love, ... my love)

And you fool, my love, for the record (... my love)

And you fool, my love, for the record (... my love)

I got chapped lips, I got chapped lips from kissing you

I got chapped lips

I saw you come in from the wild In the morning

Thought you reminded me of someone