MADE IN HEIGHTS – "Skylark Interabang?!" (2010)

"Flying through the open door, ooh
I didn't mean to get so carried away
Showed you mine, now show me yours, ooh
I didn't mean to get so carried away

An empty glass on my right with the windows drawn
Move as tight as the pillow that I dream upon

And my shoulders they lean on the backseat
Pursue the night, like a ghost with a history

Call you up, on my celly, just to hold me down
Tiny knots in my belly when you come around

Keeping track of the time and the scenery
Shifting gears in my mind like machinery"

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