Private Idaho Songtext
von Kill It Kid

Rough brushed hair and a baby blue dress,
Tucked to her waist so the cotton creased less.
Her lips he could already taste,
Its four am like kids of ten playing kiss chase.

Open button fingers tingle to his chest,
Every word spoken became undressed.
Falling from the club into the cab,
Any lover will take what he can grab.


Though the light fittings broke,
Electric heater billows smoke,
They′ll take, two tickets to go,
To their Private Idaho

Hotel keys on his index finger,
Into the elevator his hands hinge her.
Her eyes like sheets of glass,
Each heart in each body beats so fast.

Though the light fittings broke,
Electric heater billows smoke
They'll take, two tickets to go
To their Private Idaho