Coming through the back door, Do you see me girl? I feel my fingers breaking, Combing through your curls Her head is like the ocean, comes and goes with the tide Her body is a pillow, only there in the night
Gliding down the concrete, I wanna shake my stuff She wants to meet me later, I told her sure enough I wanna walk beside you, I wonder what it’d be like I’ll put it down right on you, and we can talk some jive