Dog Years - Black Lips

I love you but your heart is made of gristle

I love you like a missile

And when I come, I always whistle

It’s the liquid on your tongue, it always ripples

Don’t dial, dial

Don’t dial

Don’t dial, dial

Don’t dial

I love you for my cuts, it makes me wanna throw up

actin' like a grown up

I hate my teachers, they always get shown up

And now I got the math skills of a cup

Don’t dial, dial

Don’t dial

Don’t dial, dial

Don’t dial

You came to party

And you stepped outside

You grabbed your Virginia Slim ultra light

Menthol 100s, kush, soft pack

You lit a match

And the puny flame could barely withstand the wind

You looked at me so wild

You blew smoke in my twinkling eyes

And it burned as the carbon dioxide

Activated into my pulsating retinas

Staring back at you in awe

Like some cutting-edge piece of technological equipment

I knew you were the one