Folding Chair

Folding Chair

Come and open up your folding chair next to me,

My feet are buried in the sand and there's a breeze,

There's a shadow, You can't see my eyes,

And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies.

Let's get a silver bullet trailer and have a baby boy,

I'll safety pin these clothes all cool and you'll grafiti up this tide

I've got a perfect body, but sometimes I forget,

I've got a perfect body, 'cause my eyelashes catch my sweat, yes they do. They do.

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh-ooh.

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.