Grape Swisher - Goody Grace

Grape swisher for the tangerine

My baby, she don’t smoke but she likes the smell

And I’m higher than I’ve ever been

Would you be there to catch me if I fell?

'Cause darling, I think I’m falling

I can’t stop calling you

Please don’t fall asleep

I mean it, to me, you’re heavenly

And I patiently will wait out this dream

So darling, can I come on over?

And let’s get lost in your bedsheets

Your kiss could put me in a comma

You’ll be the death of me

Grape swisher for the tangerine

My baby, she don’t smoke but she don’t mind me

Is this fate?

How can’t it be?

And if I were to go would you come find me?

And let me know if you’re falling

Please don’t stop calling

Driving me crazy, baby

I just wanna see you in the morning

Watching the dawn creep in over me and you

So darling, can I come on over?

And let’s get lost in your bedsheets

Your kiss could put me in a comma

You’ll be the death of me

'Cause all my fears slowly start to fade when you’re around

Something in your eyes won’t let my feet stay on the ground

You’re the last thing that feels like home in this town

Nothing gets me high as you, my love