Music by jason mraz
Well I guess I'll treat her right
I guess I'll treat her right more this time
I'll try not to relytry not to rely on the perfect line
Well I see no boundaries
Except for the ones I'm in
And I don't expect you to overcome them
For that's my job description
In a world of players and private eyes
Unless you realize this
There's a whole lot you could miss
Do you know which one I am?
I am the cigarette smoking man
Once an hour I light the flower
And burn baby burn
When is it your turn? Lord tell me when the sun goes down
Cause I feel much better then anyway
Well I see much better then anyway
Well I feel exposed
Although I feel at home
Dressed as a black plastic rose
All flowing head shoulders knees and toes
We dance, we dance, we play,
We rant and rave
We dance, we dance, we play,
We rant and rave
Oh this childlike wildlife is flooring me
Oh this childlike wildlife is flooring me
Bap paa daa
Early in the morning
Late in the evening, evening
We kinda get delirious
Breaking from the seriousness
I try not to get disoriented
Having chewed too many up on my side
Is it any wonder how I miss your smile
Is it any wonder oh
Is it any wonder oh well
Is it any wonder how I write
Page's layered upon pages
Wish to no one else but me can be accounted for
For this moments sake
I do not become me
For path tunnels or straightaways
I do not watch as often as I should
So instead I sketch my life
A comfortable creature
Slow and beautifully
Slow and beautifully
Oh the smell and tastes of the past nights
Well they're still locked up in my gentle jaw
Not that I am wanting them to go
Just that they are.. Oh
And I'm very much aware
The madness of slow motion as you move your legs to walk
I'm very much aware
Of this madness when you talk
Oh this childlike wildlife is flooring me
Oh this childlike wildlife is flooring me
Bap paa daa
We dance, we play ah
Oh lord we rant and rave
We dance and we play always
We dance, we play ah
Oh lord we rant and rave
We dance and we play always
Words by jason mraz & ariel quirolo Music by jason mraz Well I guess I'll treat her right I guess I'll treat her right more this time I'll try not to relytry not to rely on the perfect line Well I see no boundaries Except for the ones I'm in And I don't expect you to overcome them For that's my job description In a world of players and private eyes Unless you realize this There's a whole lot you could miss Do you know which one I am? I am the cigarette smoking man Once an hour I light the flower And burn baby burn When is it your turn? Lord tell me when the sun goes down Cause I feel much better then anyway Well I see much better then anyway Well I feel exposed Although I feel at home Dressed as a black plastic rose All flowing head shoulders knees and toes We dance, we dance, we play, We rant and rave We dance, we dance, we play, We rant and rave Oh this childlike wildlife is flooring me Oh this childlike wildlife is flooring me Bap paa daa Early in the morning Late in the evening, evening We kinda get delirious Breaking from the seriousness I try not to get disoriented Having chewed too many up on my side Is it any wonder how I miss your smile Is it any wonder oh Is it any wonder oh well Is it any wonder how I write Page's layered upon pages Wish to no one else but me can be accounted for For this moments sake I do not become me For path tunnels or straightaways I do not watch as often as I should So instead I sketch my life A comfortable creature Slow and beautifully Slow and beautifully Oh the smell and tastes of the past nights Well they're still locked up in my gentle jaw Not that I am wanting them to go Just that they are.. Oh And I'm very much aware The madness of slow motion as you move your legs to walk I'm very much aware Of this madness when you talk Oh this childlike wildlife is flooring me Oh this childlike wildlife is flooring me Bap paa daa We dance, we play ah Oh lord we rant and rave We dance and we play always We dance, we play ah Oh lord we rant and rave We dance and we play always Explain Request ×
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