FODÉ - Dead Poets Lyrics

I kiss Two guys
Then I make love to her
In a new ride
I'm not just bi
I buy you things
Cause you're a prostitute
In Louisiana Sunshine
Summer '05
Memories in pink & white
Puffin some green
Day rolling into night
I got some love for you
Not gonna tell you soon
Bikin' round California
In & Out then we in your sheets
Spent the evening in Georgia
Best believe Imma eat that peach
I cannot say I want
You get what you need
The feeling inside is 0-23, I know
You got me lost in my head
You got yourself lost in Memphis
You got your heart in my hands
Take it back before I get plans
If I had a plan I would take it slowly
Let you know me
If I took a chance, I would let you show me
I ain't lonely
[Break]
So story goes, stuck on a pick-and-roll
Take me to Moe's fill up on vitriol
It's all a dream
You're still a prostitute
Some things will never change
You can pray for better days
But they won't come
Till you seize them
Carpe diem
Robert Leonard, Ethan Hawke, and Robin Williams
Dead Poets
Dead Poets
I do
Wish I could ask you
To come back to my room
Come back to! Come back to!