Call, response. Syncopate the prose Fuck the highs because I live for the lows Four by four, with activated riff It’s good in my car, so it must be a hit
I know where the heart is I know where the heart is
Giant drinks and waitress indisposed Ski that jump on the tip of her nose Forget it Songs are written but never with a pen The words will follow but you never know when
I know where the start is I know where the start is
