I got a hand-written note from your mother, said she won't be home for an hour or two X 3
Said she'll be home in an hour or two
Just think of all those things I could do to you
We could hate each other or be lovers
Like those kids from the 60s, like chemical drugs
We could listen to music undercovers
Of your bed comforter while the sheets keep us warm
In twined in sheets that are so blue
Just think of all the things we could do
I hope that this becomes so contagious
Our own quicksonetness will address us
I got a hand-written note from your mother, said she won't be home for an hour or two.
For an hour or two..
