J Smoov - Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks

I can’t afford to want you

Still I can’t avoid your blame

You creep into my organization

A whistle to the wolves at bay

At this point, darling

I must say

That the seeds unsown

Gonna grow anyway

Rent a room

Get it over with

In a race

To the inside of your face

You’re afraid

Of me

Shuffling for Xanadu

Jewels a magnet

The solitary dragnet

Looking for all I know

Well I see

You’re afraid of me

Doing the jest I do

You speak of arrangements baby

But you haven’t got a clue

For all that I do, I know

End of the seesaw

End of the seesaw

End of the seesaw

End of the seesaw