RED PEPPER

He was the type of man written by a woman

The type that doesn't piss you off, yell, scream, cheat

And I know I've romanticised the idea of romance in my mind

But, I think of him every night

And I can't get that picture of him out of my mind

Sweet Red Peppers

Baby got them cheeks, red sweatin'

Maybe you and me dance pressin'

Elevator buttons upwards to the roof under the stars I'll tell the truth

I tried to deny it, I wrote a list