Buck 65 - Gee Whiz lyrics

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Tell me what is it is, Gee Whiz, I don't think I know.

Well, believe me I've tried but there's no explaining,

Eyes piled up you look like a painting,

Saintly and sexy, the soft-spoken wind blows,

Uncertain curtains cover broken windows,

In desperate need of a safe haven and inflamed,

A walk around Paris, unshaven and ashamed,

20 odd years since last time I slow danced,

Teenage crisis and the end of romance,

I see myself in the form of a wolf,

Furry, down on all fours and worried,

Uneven colours and the echoes of fly tones

Connections I've lose and the collection of jawbones

Apples or oranges, you decide which,

I'm writing graffiti on suicide bridge

I once knew a women who was clever and tough

Who said too much make up was never enough

Her eyelids were heavy with words and desire

She lives underwater with the birds and the fire

It just so happens I'm selling my psyche

If you like love you'll love this, most likely

You and me are meant to be, that's right I love you, can't you see, whatever partner you do choose, you have the ability to marry,

6, 7, 8, I'll never hurt you, you know.

Husbands love their wives,

Yeah, love the woman,

Part of me is here with you,

One life, where my heart beats for you,

Well, here we are again,

Here's a couple, treacherous

I'm impatient in relationships in and love

When will you see quand allez-vous me voir

Tell me what is it is, Gee Whiz, I don't think I know.

Bird girls, sorry I'm too sleepy to make

The sounds of my dreams always keep me awake

Don't wanna scare the birds away so I speak soft

Memories like the shows of Vanessa Beecroft

Her bedroom philosophies are so perplexing

But I think these two wooden legs are so sexy

Cries of sadness, spectacular

You be Rossi de Palma and I'll be your Dracula

Fist is of agony decorate the last room

Shoes by the door, on the floor is your costume

Open the trunk with the car key the odd way

Love songs, call me the marquee, the charday

Lord of the files, you lost me I wonder how

Midnight meet me at the entrance for the underground

So many questions, but I'm afraid to ask

So I whisper them to apollinaire by Picasso

I touch all the flowers and break the chain

I wish I could fly, but I'd rather take the train

And it just so happens I'm selling my psyche

If you like love you'll love this

You wouldn't tell me what it was because

I don't think you know