Boy - Leopold and His Fiction

This a face granted, the molecular shake down

Once you put up your hands down

We throw all of our weight down

One more scientific explanation and all off in the way

We keep moving our feet and I know you were made for me

This is the last chance at the atomic ageing

Delay us, dance before your outer parade again

Now that I’m back on top I just want to scream and shake

Cut my teeth on your skin and I know you were made for me

It’s only natural we give all of our pleasure to demonstrate

Our nuclear invitation to twist inside the silence in our fate

It’s only we wonder about the future plans

We got it down on the floor and I know you were made for me

This a face granted, the molecular shake down

We keep shuffling our feet to fill up what is left of outer space now

I know you were made for me, yes, you were made for me

I know you were made for me, yes, you were made for me