Adam's Song - Pumarosa

Terrify me, put me on edge

Breaking open all this pretense

Thank God 'cause he was born to fall

Thank God you opened the door

Standing under a streetlight

Cigarette in hand and talking with that accent

From a foreign land, it hardened the edges of

Every word

Turning tricks in the art world

Ooh, babe, you look so good

Like you just grew there

Growing up made of wood

And your face is a firework

Your voice is a volcano

Fucking the earth

Fucking these trembling walls

All arms, all legs

All arms, all legs

All arms, all legs

I’m gonna need some pretty high heels if I’m gonna stand by you

And it feels too much

To stand by, not to touch

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

What I gotta do to light you up and why do I respond?

The caricature of confidence, oh, baby, bring me on

And I like everything about your face

All arms, all legs, it’s no disgrace

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh