Sunflowers - Better Than Ezra

Alligator bitch slap so correct

Mississippi love bites on my neck

I woke up in L.A., bouncing rubber checks

I need you to correct my navigation

Brushing your teeth with a cigarette

Devil horns growing from your silhouette

I know I should run but I can’t quit

I need you to squeeze me

Is it something, honey, that I said?

You put the sunflowers in my bed at night

You put the lemonade in my head

You make me ooo, baby, ooo when you squeeze me tight

There ain’t nobody else I want to be with

Oh oh, oh oh, oh

Oh oh, oh oh, oh

Bouncing baby dynamite on your knee

She got me in a corner but I don’t bleed

You always got another trick up your sleeve

Darling, you got a sick imagination

Fixing me breakfast in your underwear

Shaking that mon petite derrière

No, no, no, don’t give a damn if the neighbors stare

I know you gonna thrill me

Is it something, honey, that I said?

(Ooo, you put the sunflowers

Ooo, lemonade in my head

Ooo, you put the sunflowers

Ooo, lemonade in my head

Oh oh, oh oh, oh

Oh oh, oh oh, oh

Oh oh, oh oh, oh

Oh oh, oh oh, oh

Oh oh, oh oh, oh