Sing With You

Here I am, drinking orange juice
I tell the DJ: Put another blues
I'm feeling right with the lack of your soul
But all I ever wanted was to sing with you
My mamma told me: Don't you ever approach
You've always liked bad boys
And she was right, I'm not gonna lie
But I ever wanted was to sing with you

And I find myself watching blue-ray Shrek
On a broken screen
Laying on your chest, forgetting the stress
Feeling so damn blessed

I found that book you told me about eBay
I wish I could erase from be that ugly day
Now I wonder why did't you just buy for me?
That freaking book of freaking phylosophy
A brand new vynil of velvet underground
Reminds me a little of your beautiful voice, sweet sound
I'm feeling right with the lack of your soul
But all I ever wanted was to sing with you

And I find myself watching blue-ray Shrek
On a broken screen
Laying on your chest, forgetting the stress
Feeling so damn blessed

La, lara, lara, la
La, lara, lara, la