Low - Thoreau

Don’t cross your arms away from me

I think we should talk, I think you should leave

You’ve got a face that makes me feel cold

I’ve got a place where we can lay low

I prefer better though I prefer you

I used to be sweeter but I prefer you

I prefer better though I prefer you

I prefer, I prefer you

You’ve gotta be meaner if you mean it this time

With a ruthless mouth and delicious mind

Maybe I’m bored or maybe it’s you

It might be good if we could be two

I prefer better though I prefer you

I used to be sweeter but I prefer you

I prefer better though I prefer you

I prefer, I prefer you

Low, low, low, low

Low, low, low, low