Percolator - Charly Bliss

Come on, baby, get me high

There’s always something new to buy

I cry all the time, I think that it’s cool

I’m in touch with my feelings

I have always loved the door

But I will always love you more

I love metaphors, swimming in your pool

I am pregnant with meaning

Could I be more appealing

Writing slurs on the ceiling?

Come on, baby, you’re bleeding

I’m gonna die in a getaway car

I haven’t tried, but it sounds too har-ar-ar-ar-ar-ard

Aaaah!

I’m not scared to lick the floor

'Cause I have sucked on something worse

Straight from the adored, myself over yours?

C’mon, baby, keep dreaming

Don’t you know I aim to please?

I’m everybody’s favorite tease

Put your hand on my knee, that’s what friends are for

Well, I think I’m still breathing

While my parents are sleeping

I am sick, but I’m speaking

My boyfriend is freaking

My conscious is fucked and my judgment is leaking and

I’m gonna die in a getaway car

I haven’t tried, but it sounds too hard

All of my friends never understand

You say that I make you feel like a man