Kick back a little bit just to watch and see
Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk
On the brink of sinking baby but not yet sunkHow I listen below when you told me
That I was all you had to hold
How I wish it was so when you told me
That you were solid goldGravity-free is she, look at her
Hottest on the map, she's full of anti-matter
You never look at very mellow impressions
Your smell or your 'go to hell' expressionQuixoticelixer might
But it probably will not fix your bite
Tell me now, tell me how
Did I get your lipstick on my kiteI love this weather, it's a perfect storm
Just keep it coming, in its perfect form
I love this weather 'cause it keeps me warm
Just keep it coming in its perfect formEveryday depression in a beautiful dress
Lady made a beautiful mess I guess
Dedicated mind did a medicated state
Is a highly overrated fateTerra bulb is a soul
When she told me there is such a thing
Did you know that you glow when you go
From winter in the springI love this weather, it's a perfect storm
Just keep it coming in its perfect form
I love this weather 'cause it keeps me warm
Just keep it coming in its perfect formThe madder the boy, the sadder the song
That's a wicked fate but the sick gets strong
Mad boy, sad song
A wicked fate, but the sick gets strongNobody's right and everyone's wrong
Gotta fuse to bop for all day long
Mad boy, sad song
Wicked fate but the sick getKick back a little bit just to watch and see
Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk
On the brink of sinking baby but not yet sunkHow I listen below when you told me
That I was all you had to hold
How I wish it was so when you told me
That you were solid goldI swear to God I could not hurt you
I've got to be inside your virtue
I can't contain my urge to search youI stand before you there's no curfew
I long to be inside your virtue
My heart is swollen when I search youI swear to God I could not hurt you
My heart is swollen when I search you
I swear to God I could not hurt youI swear to God I could not hurt you
I've got to be inside your virtue
I can't contain my urge to search you
Songwriters
Michael 'flea' Balzary;Chad Gaylord Smith;Anthony Kiedis;John FrusciantePublished by
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