Editing ThePurpleBottleOLD

<lyrics>
i've got a big big big big beat, yeah
i think you are the sweetest thing
wish i could change these feelings that are on down
i've been having good days
do you think we are the right age
to start our own peculiar ways
with good friends at home

you get me freaked freaked freaked on preakness
i've never met a girl that
likes to drink with horses
knows her chinese ballet
i must admit you smell like
fruity nuts and good grains
i like to show your purple gaze
a thing or two at night?

it'd make me sick sick sick to kiss you
and i think that i would vomit
but i'll do that on mondays
i don't have to work away
i like it when i bump you
an accident's a truth gate
could you show my better friends
a thing or two all night

sometimes you're quiet and sometimes i'm quiet, hallelujah!
sometimes i'm talkative and sometimes you're not talkative, i know

well i'd like to spread your perfume
around the old apartment
could we live together
and agree on the same wares
a trapeze is a bird cage
and even if its empty
it definitely fits the room
and you would too


and my dear dear dear khalana

i talk too much about you
their ears are getting tired of my singing all the night through
let's just talk together
you and me and me and you
and if there’s nothing much to say
well, silence is a bore (?)

i've gotta big big big big beat, yeah
i think you are the sweetest thing
i wear a coat of feelings and they are loud
i've been having good days
think we are the right age
to start our own peculiar ways
with good friends at home


sometimes you're quiet and sometimes i'm quiet, hallelujah!
sometimes i'm talkative and sometimes you're not talkative, i know
sometimes you hear me when others they can't hear me, hallelujah!
sometimes i'm naked and thank god sometimes you're naked, well hello

i just called to say i like you
i just called to wonder if you care
i just called, one try, it's busy
i got that feeling from the bottle, there's a bottle, there's aheart
i get that feeling from your bottled little part

got a crush high
thought i crushed all i could
crushed all i can then i crushed your hand
crush high
don't want it to stop
cause stories of your brother make my crush high pop
and you couldn’t really know cause its in my toes
and sometimes i wonder where'd that crush high go
crush high
well i wish there was a pill

cause i keep on thinking of you and still feel ill (or: so i can keep on eating you, and yes i will)

to get that woooo
</lyrics>