Grape Swisher – Goody Grace

Grape swisher for the tangerine
My baby, she don’t smoke but she likes the smell
And I’m higher than I’ve ever been
Would you be there to catch me if I fell?

‘Cause darling, I think I’m falling
I can’t stop calling you
Please don’t fall asleep
I mean it, to me, you’re heavenly
And I patiently will wait out this dream

So darling, can I come on over?
And let’s get lost in your bedsheets
Your kiss could put me in a comma
You’ll be the death of me

Grape swisher for the tangerine
My baby, she don’t smoke but she don’t mind me
Is this fate? How can’t it be?
And if I were to go would you come find me?

And let me know if you’re falling
Please don’t stop calling
Driving me crazy, baby
I just wanna see you in the morning
Watching the dawn creep in over me and you

So darling, can I come on over?
And let’s get lost in your bedsheets
Your kiss could put me in a comma
You’ll be the death of me

‘Cause all my fears slowly start to fade when you’re around
Something in your eyes won’t let my feet stay on the ground
You’re the last thing that feels like home in this town
Nothing gets me high as you, my love