Byzantine

I want Neil Young on your phone speaker in the morning
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 And fuck him if he just can't see
 This is how his songs are supposed to be heard
 No more lectures on fidelity
 I don't believe in mysticism
 Only in what science proves
 Like the sex appeal of your sick dance moves
 Oh, wee, oh, wee
 Put on your red beret, baby
 Moonwalk naked across the room, (oh)
 Do something kinda unique to me
 Do something that'll make me swoon, (oh)
 That's how I know that I'm not pretending
 I know it's not make believe, (oh)
 It's only complicated if you want it to be
 Do you know what I mean?
 It's byzantine
 I want Hi-Chew's playlists, smoking on the roof
 And I love the way you look at me
 Tennessee Williams in Stuart Weitzman boots
 Yeah, you're just too wild to believe
 A fetish for athletic fashion
 Running shoes and track stripe suits
 I never heard of Sparks before
 But I'm so glad you shared them with me
 Put on your red beret, baby
 Moonwalk naked across the room, (oh)
 Do something kinda unique to me
 Do something that'll make me swoon, (oh)
 That's how I know that I'm not pretending
 I know it's not make believe, (oh)
 It's only complicated if you want it to be
 Do you know what I mean?
 It's byzantine
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 Rollin', crashin', breakin', splashing
 Givin', takin', makin', breakin' promises
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 You got me high when I was low
 Negative ions, come save my soul (soul, soul)
 Put on your red beret, baby
 Moonwalk naked across the room, (oh)
 Do something kinda unique to me
 Do something that'll make me swoon, (oh)
 That's how I know that I'm not pretending
 I know it's not make believe, (oh)
 It's only complicated if you want it to be
 Do you know what I mean?
 It's byzantine
 It's byzantine
 It's byzantine
 It's byzantine
 It's byzantine