Look at my fingers so clean
From the bittersweet fever dreams
Stuck up between your teeth
When my minds obscene

Only one thing I can tell
What's really on your mind
Smooth operator but I come to make it nice

Just enough of my love to tide you over girl
Til the morning comes
Round
Just enough of my love to tide you over girl
Til the morning comes
Round

Fire cloud from a white light
Keep bangin out an alibi
A generations daily and shakin
At least we can say it was well wasted

Shakin in your boots
Is like a sorry lame excuse
Chalk it up to you
Before we hit you with the truth
Least there's still a record
I can play it on repeat
Cry baby cry
All night long

Just enough of my love to tide you over girl
Til the morning comes
Round
Just enough of my love to tide you over girl
Til the morning comes
Round

Fire cloud from a white light
Keep bangin out an alibi
You'll pout, I'll fight
A better way to go waste my time
A generations daily and shakin
Self medicating
Well worth the wait and
So close they almost want to taste it
Least we can say it was well wasted

Look at my fingers so clean
From the bittersweet fever dreams
Stuck up between your teeth
When my minds obscene
Just enough of my love to tide you over girl
Morning comes
Round

Fire cloud from a white light
Keep bangin out an alibi
You'll pout, I'll fight
A better way to go waste my time
A generations daily and shakin
Self medicating
Well worth the wait and
So close they almost want to taste it
Least we can say it was well wasted