Blister In The Sun - Violent Femmes

When I’m a walking I strut my stuff, then I’m so strung out

I’m high as a kite, I just might, stop to check you out

Let me go on, like a blister in the sun

Let me go on, big hands I know you’re the one

Body beats, I stain my sheets, I don’t even know why

My girlfriend, she’s at the end, she is starting to cry

Let me go on, like a blister in the sun

Let me go on, big hands I know you’re the one

When I’m a walking I strut my stuff, then I’m so strung out

I’m high as a kite, I just might, stop to check you out

When I’m a walking I strut my stuff, then I’m so strung out

I’m high as a kite, I just might, stop to check you out

Body beats, I stain my sheets, I don’t even know why

My girlfriend, she’s at the end, she is starting to cry

Let me go on, like a blister in the sun

Let me go on, big hands I know you’re the one