I like it how it grooves
Groove the f*ck out of me
Just groove the f*ck out of me
Feels like a sunny afternoon
Sunk in the sun on a saturday
Skin soaked in electric turquoise
Intimacy is lifting a chorus
I'm hearing the gospel voices
Stepping on pastel orange
Ain't home but I feel so
Alone but I feel something
Ain't home but I feel so
Alone but I feel something
This time ain't no ticking no faster
No motion is wrapping the blur
Chained to the chair like a straight jacket
Mood got the streaming to flood
Our love got me spilling the nectar
I'm dipped in the light of the moon
Honey drips like from a faucet
Constantly seeking for that cure