Mess around a little
Mess around a little, whoa
Like a stone fruit, bite till I feel you
Nadine, Nadine, our names sound so close
Holding on to your body while the water goes, ah
I care to stick to you like a clot
Wanna hear your history until you don't wanna talk
That's love, baby, that's love, I think I know
No drugs, not drunk
Just biting down through the center and through clothes, ah
Mess around a little with the height you cast
Play with a shadow, sing into a paper bag
Nadine, Nadine, sometimes things come up
If you get distant, we can sift through tall grass and through mud
I care to stick to you like a clot
Wanna hear your history until you don't wanna talk
That's love, baby, that's love, I think I know
No drugs, not drunk
Just biting down through the center and through clothes, ah
You walked by a church, and you said it tripped you out
By a cobble road where stolen art burned down
You feel ugly when you think you see their thoughts
I feel ugly when they ask if I'd drop bombs
No, no
No, no
I care to stick to you like a clot
Wanna hear your history until you don't wanna talk
That's love, baby, that's love, I think I know
No tons, no guns
Just biting down through the center and through clothes, ah
Ah
Ah