Love it Dissipates Songtext
von Mother Mother

Ye-ye-yeah

Ye-ye-yeah

Ye-ye-yeah

If you were a country, I′d be your flag
If you were a smoke, I'd be your drag
And if you were a junkie, I′d be your fix
If you were a critic, I'd be your pick

I mean what I say
When I say
I'd be your anything, baby

If you were a picture, I′d be your frame
If you were the wounded, I′d be your pain

Ye-ye-yeah


If you weren't so funny, I′d be your joke
If you had the money, well, we both might be broke
And if you were a gun, I'd be your kill
If you were the party, I′d be the pills

I mean what I say
When I say
I'd be your everything, baby

If you were a convict, I′d be your cell
If you were a housewife, I'd be your living hell

Hmm-hm-m-m
Ye-hm; hmm-m-m-m-m
Ye-hm

I mean what I say
When I say "love, it dissipates"