Change The Subject

When everything is right
Will you be by my side
Don’t know really if you are my girl
But I hope that you’re mine

Every time I kiss you
Don’t turn your face to mine
Don’t nothing about you and me
But I know you closed your eyes

Every night it’s you and me
Never in the day time
Only ever whispering
Never ever gonna make you mine

My girl, she don’t kiss in public
So I put a hole in the Republic
But if you ask, I might change the subject
And I won’t budge it, I just can’t budget
Now I diss her, friends used to be fixtures
In the mix like lamps, now they have to have fissures
Sticking to your dishes, devoted to her motives
Now baby, had to ask, who’s taking all your photos?
Used to be a roller holding your Motorola
How you courted my aorta with the sorta things you said
Pro forma in the bed, cash roaming, all alone and
All atoning for the moments you were forming in my head
I stay forlorn on Van Horne, she’s mired on the West Isle
Cause something inside of me is driving me wild