AROUND THE WAIST
Im gonna sit and wiggle
Im gonna sing again
Im gonna speak my heart and hope you can hear it
And I hope that you understand, understand
Sit and sniff the daisies
And pop the poppies, too
Breathe in and hold it, hmmm, dont you know that
Its kind what the kind buds do, the kind buds do
Hold me down. Hold me down.
Hold me down . . . around the waist
Ive got a new friend
My friends a girl
Shes got hands like rain and legs like a river
She could carve up the whole damn world, the whole damn world
She made me breakfast
And I made her cry
She said: What about the moon? What about the magic?
Yeah, but what about the goddamn tides, the goddamn tides?
She dont know -- the way I come and go
She swears she loves me, but I swear that she dont know
Sunshine and sangria
So easy going down
Lets lay with today and just hope for tomorrow
And love being here right now, here right now
So hold me down
Hold me down
Hold me down . . . around the waist
Copyright 2007. Words and music by Danny Schmidt