Lyrics

When you speak you look incredible
Good enough that I'd swear you’re edible
And even though you’re not
I’m still going to put your fingers in my mouth

You got lost in a storm
Pulled out down from above
Well you got tired while we got it figured out
You got tired while we got it figured out

When you speak you look incredible
Good enough that I swear you’re edible
And even though you’re not
I’m still going to put your fingers near my mouth
And smell them like little flowers in their waking hour

Mama it will be tragic
Even though it hasn’t even happened yet
You’re just being arrogant
Don’t forget who your friends are

I love your little lady fingers

Stop your soft soft sob and let it go
Stop your soft soft sob and let it go

Wherever you go I will to
I listen to your problems and I’ll be there with you

Mama it will be tragic
Even though it hasn’t even happened yet
You’re just being arrogant
Don’t forget who your friends are

Don’t forget who your friends are