I must've tumbled out of a plane
'Cause I free-fell all year.
My chute is blooming out like spring
And I'm nowhere now, but here.

But I've seen your long [bad word] down
It turned my head inside out
And I want you, I want you
Still do

Your wrist were bound in my hands
While I wash around on naked feet
Your blue jeans over in the sand
And we were wrestling in our picnic blanket sheets

But I've seen your long [bad word] down
It turned my head inside out
And I want you, I want you
Still do, Still do

Yeah I want you, I want you yeah
I Still do want you, oh I still want you.
Still do

I've seen your long [bad word] down
It turned my head inside out
Well I've seen your long [bad word] down
It turned my head inside out