peanut butter Songtext
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peanut butter Songtext
I′m a go-getter, so I go and got her
I'm an introvert, superstitious globetrotter
She′s a do-gooder, could do much better
She matched her blue eyes to her blue sweater
We had some good food, some good weather
But I'm a paranoid by default, sun-setter
And now we're never running on time
It must be something in our star sign
Put some serious thought into my outfit
I hope you notice
And it won′t be long ′til I show circuit
I hope you know this
I only came for peanut butter
Channel surfing in the covers
Dreaming of the leafy suburbs
I'll keep her in my kitchen cupboard
Through the summer, we′ll be lovers
I hope you know you're front-runner
′Cause there's no prize for second best
Our modern day scenarios
Fruit loops, goodbyes and cheerios
See you later, maybe never
My girl is strong enough to micro-dose
And she don′t have to wear a sugar coat
Such a privilege that she steps inside my anecdote
And I can't fuck with no one else
So I'll put some serious thought into my outfit
I hope you notice
I only came for peanut butter
Channel surfing in the covers
Dreaming of the leafy suburbs
I′ll keep her in my kitchen cupboard
Through the summer, we′ll be lovers
I hope you know you're front-runner
′Cause there's no prize for second best
I'm an introvert, superstitious globetrotter
She′s a do-gooder, could do much better
She matched her blue eyes to her blue sweater
We had some good food, some good weather
But I'm a paranoid by default, sun-setter
And now we're never running on time
It must be something in our star sign
Put some serious thought into my outfit
I hope you notice
And it won′t be long ′til I show circuit
I hope you know this
I only came for peanut butter
Channel surfing in the covers
Dreaming of the leafy suburbs
I'll keep her in my kitchen cupboard
Through the summer, we′ll be lovers
I hope you know you're front-runner
′Cause there's no prize for second best
Our modern day scenarios
Fruit loops, goodbyes and cheerios
See you later, maybe never
My girl is strong enough to micro-dose
And she don′t have to wear a sugar coat
Such a privilege that she steps inside my anecdote
And I can't fuck with no one else
So I'll put some serious thought into my outfit
I hope you notice
I only came for peanut butter
Channel surfing in the covers
Dreaming of the leafy suburbs
I′ll keep her in my kitchen cupboard
Through the summer, we′ll be lovers
I hope you know you're front-runner
′Cause there's no prize for second best
Writer(s): Robert James Milton, Murray Cameron Matravers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com