Two Against Nature

It must have been my lucky Thursday Your dad went on that spree Before the crew could put out the fires You hopped a bus for NYC Down in Tampa the future looked desperate and dark Now you're the wonderwaif of Gramercy Park CHORUS: Who makes the morni

One plush summer you come to me ripe and ready And bad through and through With that deep mystical soul synergy pumping steady Between me and you Lovin' all the beautiful work we've done cara mia And it's barely July If we keep on boppin' until Labor