MIAMIGO - Potluck Lyrics

Tour of Saint Monica, we hope to cross the stars
We got our heads right in the water

Hidden in the lot at a phonebooth, baby
I'll act up for weeks
No one to love and hold me
We're movin' quite to three

You got insomnia
He's got something for ya
Seconds will start gettin' faster, ooh
So you lift your dead weight follow me
Say you get your headaches by the beach, oh
Now you got your license for the week

Potluck baby

Hidden in the lot at a phonebooth, baby
I'll act up for weeks
No one to love and hold me
We're movin quite to three
Middle of the road in New Hollywood, Boulevard of dreams, yeah
It's just potluck baby

I swear you, hm hm hm

Oh the Jacuzzi's on
We got Dom Pérignon
How long you reckon this will last for
You slip into my arm
Get you tied off the fern
It's cool, act natural and disaster, yeah

Hidden in the lot at a phonebooth, baby
I'll act up for weeks
No one to love and hold me
We're movin quite to three
Middle of the road in New Hollywood, Boulevard of dreams, yeah
It's just potluck baby

I swear hm hm hm
I swear
I, I swear
I swear

I know the way we're going
So you lift your dead weight follow me
Say you get your headaches by the beach, oh

Hidden in the lot at a phonebooth, baby
I'll act up for weeks
No one to love and hold me
We're movin quite to three
Middle of the road in New Hollywood, Boulevard of dreams, yeah
It's just potluck baby

I swear
I swear
I, I swear
I swear

It's the potluck baby