Quixoticelixer (Red hot chilli peppers)

Kick back a little bit just to watch and see Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk On the brink of sinking, baby, but not yet sunk How I listened, lo? when you told me That I was all you had to hold I wish it was so when you told me That you were solid gold Gravity-free is she, look at her Hottest on the map she's full of anti-matter You never left a very mellow impression Your smell, or your ?go to hell? expression Quixoticelixer might But it will probably not fix your bite Tell me now, tell me how Did I your lipstick on my kite I love this weather It's a perfect storm Just keep it coming In its perfect form I love this weather 'Cause it keeps me warm Just keep it coming In its perfect form Everyday depression in a beautiful dress, oh Lady made a beautiful mess I guess Dedicated mind did a medicated state Is a highly overrated fate Terrible is a soul When she told me there is such a thing Did you know that you glow when you go From winter into spring I love this weather It's a perfect storm Just keep it coming In its perfect form I love this weather 'Cause it keeps me warm Just keep it coming In its perfect form The madder the boy, the sadder the song That's a wicked fate but the sick get strong Mad boy, sad song A wicked fate, but the sick get strong Nobody's right and everyone's wrong I refuse to punt on fourth and long Mad boy, sad song Wicked fate but the sick get... Kick back a little bit just to watch and see Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk On the brink of sinkin?, baby, but not yet sunk How I listened, lo? when you told me That I was all you had to hold I wish it were so when you told me That you were solid gold I swear to god I could not hurt you I've got to be inside your virtue I can't contain my urge to search you I stand before you there's no curfew I long to be inside your virtue My heart is swollen when I search you I swear to god I could not hurt you My heart is swollen when I search you I swear to god I could not hurt you I swear to god I could not hurt you I've got to be inside your virtue I can't contain my urge to search you