Gospel Music feat. SoKo
Baby I miss the shit out of you
Your child-bearing hips, your lips as sweet as French vermouth
The crossword-puzzle mornings, the boiled-peanut afternoons
Seven summers squandered drinking homebrew up on the roof
Alternate ,
I miss the shit out of you x2
Baby I miss the shit out of you
But not enough for me to move back to Florida, back with those rubes
Your hands that smell of garlic, your hair that smells of pine
Your crow s feet and your belly: I love you, lover, but no more than this skyline
Alternate ,
I miss the shit out of you x2
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