Red Hot Chili Peppers — Quixoticelixer

[Verse 1] Kick back a little just to watch and see Gettin' sicker by the minute with debauchery Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk On the brink of sinkin' baby, but not yet sunk How I listened, low when you told me That I was all you had to hold I wish it were so when you told me That you were solid gold [Verse 2] Gravity-free is she, look at her Highness on a mattress full of anti-matter You never left a very mellow impression Your smell or your go to hell expression Quixoticelixer might But it probably will not fix your bite Tell me now, tell me how did I get Your lipstick on my kite? [Chorus] I love this weather, it's a perfect storm (Come back, come back, hey la la) Just keep it comin' in its perfect form (Come back, come back, hey la la) I love this weather 'cause it keeps me warm (Come back, come back, hey la la) Just keep it comin' in its perfect form (Come back) [Verse 3] Everyday depression in a beautiful dress Oh, lady made a beautiful mess I guess Dedicated mind in a medicated state Is a highly overrated fate Terrible is a soul, when she told me That there is such a thing Do you know that you glow when you go From winter into spring [Chorus] I love this weather, it's a perfect storm (Come back, come back, hey la la) Just keep it comin' in its perfect form (Come back, come back, hey la la) I love this weather 'cause it keeps me warm (Come back, come back, hey la la) Just keep it comin' in its perfect form (Come back) [Bridge] The madder the boy, the sadder the song That's a wicked fate but the sick get strong Mad boy, sad song A wicked fate, but the sick get strong Nobody's right and everyone's wrong I refuse to punt on fourth and long Mad boy, sad song Wicked fate but the sick get... [Verse 1] Kick back a little just to watch and see Gettin' sicker by the minute with debauchery Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk On the brink of sinkin' baby, but not yet sunk How I listened, low when you told me That I was all you had to hold I wish it was so when you told me That you were solid gold [Outro] I swear to god I could not hurt you I've got to be inside your virtue I can't contain my urge to search you I stand before then there's no curfew I long to be inside your virtue My heart is swollen when I search you I swear to god I could not hurt you (no) My heart is swollen when I search you (no) I swear to god I could not hurt you (no) I swear to god I could not hurt you (no) I've got to be inside your virtue (no) I can't contain my urge to search you (no)