Wild Vanilla
Lyrics
Wild vanilla Clean dreams downcast eyes If you lived here you'd been home now and suicidal That was one striking phone call boy your voice at a fever pitch And here I thought that you'd just full of white noise called to bitch You messing with my head makes a terrible noise Wild vanilla Clean eyes and grey hair Cross an ocean and you vague and itchy belong there You are whizzing past my ears a shit scared domestic god You make the gypsy in me horny for a flower garden You messing with my head makes a terrible noise
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 02:58
- Key
- 1
- Tempo
- 120 BPM