BABY I LOVE YOU’RE WAY

I wanna fuck you in an olive garden bathroom
And really get the value out of my gift certificate
I wanna fuck you at national monuments
Church steeples, dollar stores, et cetera

We could fuck just about anywhere
And I just wouldn't really care
About what other people choose to say

The material world becomes points of light scattered meaningless
Save for when they arrange themselves in a halo around your head

The material world just melts away, It holds no relation to myself
Save for when I feel your warmth corporeal against my breast