lying here with you reminds me of those days,
me and candice waking up to a heatwave.
mother's in the garden inviting everyone,
ooo, we'd cut off our old jeans and go outside,
neighbour's always smiling with a baby on her knee.
rhea sat on the front step getting her hair combed out and greased,
and music, the bass booming, pours from a car parked in the street,
got that new song on repeat.
i, i'd like to put my fingers on you.
i, i'd like to paint these pictures for you.
sometimes you don't understand where i'm coming from,
i'm just trying to make you see that i desire the simple things,
growing up we didn't have a lot of money,
used to spend our summers having parties on the drive,
plastic cups for rum and punch,
eating chicken that's hot and sweet,
all the women discussing what love is like,
ooo you know the way i mean, and i'm just sitting, watching, hoping the boys will
call for me.
got that new song on repeat.
i, i'd like to put my fingers on you.
i, i'd like to paint these pictures for you.
sometimes you don't understand where i'm coming from,
i'm just trying to make you see that i desire the simple things,
maybe then how and then i would want somebody.
delicate, intimate used to dream of someone to love.
now you come and you go right by me, i know i'm in love.
i, i'd like to put my fingers on you...