Mood Hoover Songtext
von Connie Constance

You′re just a mood hoover
Sucking the life out of my soul again
And I think I'm a professional scuba
Tryna survive underwater, but all I′m sayin'

You're not good for the world, but you′re good for me
Nah, I′m just playin'
We′re fucking awesome, but no one can see

And I might bring flowers in the rain for you
Act like the world is my stage for you
Thank God, and get down and pray for you
For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love

And I might bring flowers in the rain for you
Act like this world is my stage for you
Thank God, and get down and pray for you


You're not an easy peeler
You′re a stubborn stone at the bottom of my shoe
But I'm not that soft either
It takes a heavy truck to move you, but all I want

Is at the end of the world to be sat next to you
And all I know
Is we′re fucking awesome, and they'll see it soon

And I might bring flowers in the rain for you
Fill up a bath of champagne for you
Draw our initials in cocaine for you
For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love

For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love
For better or worse, people call it love

I don't see how we′re gonna come back together?