Anything That You'd Like

Still your baby

Your train-ride company

A cook when you're hungry

A roady to carry your mic

A place to feel free

An espresso martini

Another Bukowski

Or Billie I don't mind

No, really, I don't mind

Use your charm

Use your charm

Be flirty if you'd like

If you'd like

And it's alright

It's alright

I'll be the one for the night

Hmm for the night

Still your baby

Your train-ride company

A cook when you're hungry

A roady to carry your mic

A place to feel free

A summer campari

A book before you sleep

Or anything that you'd like

Yeah, really, that you'd like

Lay your eyes

Lay your eyes

On any girl that you like

That you like

But on your mind

On your mind

I hope it's me all the time

All the time

I see you

Increasingly, from odd angles

Any dark head of hair

I outflank, overtake

No, not you

I fill up, hollow out

Heavy as a wave, I dissolve

I've nearly stopped writing

Nothing holds my interest

All the wonders of the world

I could let loose on my imagination

I close my eyes

I see you

Increasingly, from odd angles

And if you're dying to know why

I guess it's love that decides

That decides

And if desires would blind your eyes

I'll let you go get a life