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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YACHT
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jona Bechtolt
Lyrics
Claire L. Evans
Songwriter
John Pearce
Composer
Rob Kieswetter
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jona Bechtolt
Producer
Jacknife Lee
Additional Producer
Lyrics
And the mountains in your backyard
The more the love you'll skin
And the fragments of your memory
The tenderness within
And the dishes in the kitchen
The flimsiest disguise
With a rabbit in your head lamps
Depression in my eyes
And the flowers in the garden
The windmills of your mind
And the echo of your teardrops
Your upfront loud behind
It's a shame to be polite now
That hesitates a sin
Coming up and up my mind babe
And let the news rush in
I wanna hold you in the gilded morning
I wanna love you in the secret night
Don't wanna let go until my life is over
I wanna fuck you till I'm dead
It must be something that you said
I wanna fuck you till I'm dead
And the crystals of your laughter
The landscape of your face
With your cat shirt in the bathroom
Dog in outer space
And the texture of your muscles
The staleness of your lips
And your bloobie doobie woobie
Your silly skinny hips
Gonna met you out by play
On a bridge of canterlot
And your vest is kinda dirty
As you fidget in your frock
And the honeymoons a killer
In my dark and sweaty room
Gonna make love last forever
On the dark side of the moon
I wanna hold you in the gilded morning
I wanna love you in the secret night
Don't wanna let go until my life is over
I wanna fuck you till I'm dead
It must be something that you said
I wanna fuck you till I'm dead
I wanna fuck you till I'm dead
I wanna fuck you till I... Stop
It must be something that you said
I wanna fuck you till I'm dead
It must be something that you said
I wanna fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
I wanna fuck you till I'm dead
I wanna fuck you till I sweat
Writer(s): Jonathan Bechtolt, John Robert Pearce, Claire Louise Evans, Robert John Kieswetter
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