Orange House - Handballs Lyrics

Walking down the street
Hands there next to me
And I said lady
Where'd you get those handballs baby
I've been strolling down this block
And I'm thinking what the f*ck
Are you doing with those handballs

Baby
Who you calling
Baby
Who you calling
Baby

Every time I'm with you
It's a fever I can't sweat out
Even in my suede shoes
Made me feel dressed down
Constantly stressed out

I've got all I need and more
I've got those handballs he adores
I've got my baby
And lately
My baby

One day right after school
You come by
You come back to the little orange house
With the big green view
With your two handballs
And that long purple sweater
Maybe one day
I might ask you for the curly haired boy
And that white church pew
But maybe one day