that's how we say it around here
2005-11-24 / 9:56 a.m.
Wake up to the smell of flowers in bloom
She’s in bloom
Oh, how you consume
She’s young and you’ve tasted her on your tongue
Hair down to there, it’s like she’s not even there
When you do what you do do, just do what you do
I know you don’t call it love, I know you don’t call it love
You call it play and you will play for days
As long as she stays in bloom
What if her flower dies, what if she decides to show some emotion
And cry?
You know oh so much more, you could throw her to the floor
And she would smile on in all the negativity
I know you don’t call it love, I know you don’t call it love
It’s that young piece of ass you just couldn’t miss
Why couldn’t you have missed this
And walked on when she started to say
Those three little words that etch on our minds for days
I know you don’t call it love, I know you don’t call it love
